Brutal in every sense,
Doesn’t mean blood has to be spilled,
We look upon each other with hateful eyes,
MTV poisoned the water with celebrities.
Stereotype clinching, brutal apathy, unquenchable greed.
Hate in between the lines that finds us fighting for more,
For more air,
For a breath of hope.
And stepping on the hands and heads of a brother
We rise to the top of our inevitable demise,
What has unkindness reaped in all these years?
We live and die in a breath,
We live in hell and die into nothing if this road is left unchanged.
Left needing hope in an unsteady sea,
Holding our heads above water,
Breaking an eternity of hatred and self-worshiping,
Heed to a higher calling,
Put down your anger and fear,
Fear only what we have become,
But oppose that force and press to the new.
Author notes
I give permission for this to be used by the contest.
A contest entry
- (Poetic) Prayers and/or Visions of Peace by Backporchphilosopher.
700 points, ended January 10, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I love it. I have no idea what it's about, but I love it just the same.
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so true poet
that blood doesn't have to be spilled to destroy the peace...nice message and artifully worded with some profound thoughts...great write
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