Nothing lived for
only died for.
Greed grasps for greatness,
glory fleetingly comes within a roar.
God is now no more
on this Earth.
We have made gods to use only for
the dead, the destroyers of birth.
We must all put away old tales
lost in doom.
Others wail woes toward dead stars
as twisted tides turn with the moon.
Dare we rid ourselves?
Striped blood flies high
while shooting stars fall into fire.
Burning bodies cry with shouts of why,
are all unheard,
are all insane?
All seem unaware; or worse,
without care.
Let the silence come with hearing,
for the land of the living is now laid bare.
Wounds bare witness to an ancient scribe,
while winds washed sand
with repeated tears, mourning many.
God, who we know not now, made us all just from one tribe.
Comments
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Wonderful poem Annie, this is great. It is sad and straight to the point. Keep this up.
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Such a deep write annie...I even went back to read it again.
Nicely done!
debbie
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wow you touch on so many things here.. i am going to have to come back and re read this.. but is is a good write.
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Annie, your alliteration pulls me through your poem
like a loved one might pull me through a crowd of strangers.
the subject is difficult, but it's almost comforting.
but ah, i dont believe we can die without living.
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