I stand before the kingdoms,
That wage war on eachother,
Brothers and sisters stained in blood,
Whilst eah warrior's mother
Mourns as she lifts her son from the mud.
Instant death is a preferred sentence rather
Than watching a hammer crush your limbs with a thud.
The innocent lives of those lands tremble
As they witness the darkness awaken.
The drummer boy warns of the current assemble
That make the people's hearts shaken
And the hope in the future curmble.
The Kings' souls slowly darken
As they reject the ethic of being humble.
The land may be becoming grim
But the people still shed a light.
A small light the focuses on Him
And as he looks down at great height,
He sees a small boy called Tim
Giving up his last loaf, bringing such a sight
To all the world that love can win.
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The Phillips Anthology
PoetryA mix of persona-styled poems as well as personal poems - poems which have been a reflecting upon my life and my view upon life. Some filled with dark, saddening poems, whilst others show hope and light. Enjoy reading these poems and appreciate all...
