Son's of men
What plagues thee nigh?
Why are thy minds enshrouded
And masked with deceit
And your hearts dark with hate?
The gift of the earth we have given you.
Minerals, and treasures without measure.
Air to give life, water to nourish, and the sun to illuminate.
Earth to till, mould, and grow crops.
Companions to hold dear, and for comfort.
You have become oblivious of your purpose, and ideals.
With our might, we had made great designs.
White, brown, and black
Short, and tall, thick, and thin
The diversity for you to revel in.
Yet we have asked nothing of you.
What is it you could gift to the pillars of time, space, and matter?
Than that you hold each other dear?
You have burnt down the cities, and ransacked the earth's core.
The dark gruesome smoke rises to our throne room.
Souls of the innocent gnashing in pain.
Cries of terror upon the earth.
Our own very creation has turned dark.
Don't you know despite the assortment in human design, and species in which we have fashioned you, you are all one?
The life-giving tree overflows into all of you. The same life-giving Aether is one and streams to you all. Fruits of the same vine, verily, you are one.
Slaughter not one another
Eliminate the illusion of divisiveness that corrodes, and plagues your senses.
Throw away the greed that has so expertly poisoned your minds.
Rid yourselves of the hate that pollutes your hearts.
Our Patience runs low.
We hold ourselves, and tame our anger in pity of the pure, and innocent not to plague you, the doomsday to cleanse, and correct what we fear to term an error, a glitch in the creationism mechanism.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PoetryA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
