"Savior or Destroyer?"
He is the mighty
That rescues the hostages from war
He is the strong
That thrives in the corps
He is the wind
That tosses trees and homes
He is the storm
That chills you to the bone
And he is sweet
Like the lover who brings flowers
He is soft
Like the father who sings a lullaby at every hour
He is kind
As he donates to those in need
He is dependable
As he never acts in greed
He is both
The hurricane
And the breeze
He is hard and soft
Good and bad
Seemingly in between
He stitches up my open wounds
Carefully and gently
He holds me together
In a way that causes most to swoon
He picks me up like a flower
As though I'm delicate and beautiful
And does everything in his power
To stay dutiful to all
But as he rises
He also falls
He shatters the memory
Of a now sunken city
One that once
Could have been called pretty
He parades with destruction
As he teaches machines
To stop their functions
As they become broken
Whenever he is on the scene
The scene of a crime that he committed
With walls he cracked
And people he smacked with lies
And against his virtue, his sins are pitted
He saves and yet
He destroys
Playing with life
As though it were his toy
With his building of hope
He destroys reality
And leaves us unable to cope
With our loss in normality
He forms the fictitious belief
Of sanctuary and serenity
And takes with him relief
But we are left to grieve
Our casualties
Our damaged city
And how he walks away
So flippantly
Ignoring the demolition
And the partition of our home
Disregarding the sobbing citizens
He keeps flying
And remains smiling
As if he had won something
He saves the wounded from hell
And then brings them
Using a well of false promises and pretences
To abandon them in a city
Nearly as broken as they are
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All The Words I Couldn't Say
PoetryA book of poetry. Essentially a rant book in poetry form that is for everyone except the person who needs to hear it. I apologize for excessive amounts of depression, this is how I cope with my everyday life.
