what we make of
when riches dazzle around
with star studded sky open
sparkling rivers quenching our thirst
birds do not covet
live for a day
but we hoard
what we do not need
suffering next door neighbor
there is no let up
we exploit,
women, children and weak
we are exploited in turn
this is,
history crusing through
repeating again and again
though we tinker with reforms often
when will this end
struggle within and without
free our shackles
share and sustain resourses
leaving the world
with residues of love and affection
Author notes
Contest Santuary Of Words
A contest entry
- Santuary Of Words... by SummerlandRayne.
750 points, ended November 6, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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How sadly true your thoughts here. Beautiful expression of the dark side of humanity. Thank you so much for sharing this.
Az
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This provoked much thought
as I read with contemplation.
I appreciate the thoughtfulness
put into this
Great write
good luck in the contest
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