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Arn't we Better?

Contributed by redwest802 on Friday, 21st October 2016 @ 07:34:45 AM in AEST
Topic: news



Tonight I write,
I write of my plight,
as part of this scourge on Earth.

Part of the race,
that descended from apes,
and were supposedly great, but cursed.

A beast that could think,
with fire, wheel and instinct.
a brain that remembers the past,
discover fire, discover science,
then discover war...the race won/'/t last.

Kill or be killed,
the cry of the day,
when man pits himself against man.

beliefs of the past,
stories of gods,
become the catalyst of demand.

Twisting, perverting,
maiming the race.
never to rise, I feel.

Past anger and hate,
fear is our fate.
never to see peace, love.

Copyright 2016
terry west




Copyright © redwest802 ... [ 2016-10-21 07:34:45]
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Re: Arn't we Better? (User Rating: 1 )
by Voice of the Silent on Saturday, 22nd October 2016 @ 02:05:43 AM AEST
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Man will be it/'/s own undoing but has the potential to be it/'/s own salvation, very thought provoking I liked this one it got me thinking of topics I had long forgotten always good to keep the mind busy
Great write hope to read more soon
-Voice


Re: Arn't we Better? (User Rating: 1 )
by mvvenkataraman on Sunday, 30th October 2016 @ 03:38:30 AM AEST
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A meaningful poem to kindle our mind
It very fluently expresses man/'/s badness
A very simple poem in its structure only
But, in meaning, it equals even the Sky
What a fine way to regret of our poor state !
A classic poem that helps us ponder over.

mvvenkataraman




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