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Feb 06, 2010
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Dark Musing
and so:-
You think bright future times
will simply cup the world
in folds of loving warmth
and building love
without a final victory
over conquest of all war
you believe our future bright,
regardless of all rotting
sickness gripping hard
those inner places where
our species used to feel:
the rape of family by
greed of mind as hollow
as the grinning skulls
it leaves behind,
the stink of hatred
rising from the burning flesh
of anger, caught in violence
as casual as breathing,
the gaze of innocents
as emaciated as their bodies
throwing back watched horror
waiting for their turn,
the keen of wailing grief
impotent against the crush
of murdered child
in sickened heart;
without a war upon all war
our future will be dark,
without warfare waged upon
those who relish violence
all our expectations
are eternally condemned
to living death of inhumanity
as natural as the thud
of beating heart,
and if the conquest
of our love of hatred
demands that those such as myself
must vanish from our world
so peace can finally reign
make me
extinct.
You think bright future times
will simply cup the world
in folds of loving warmth
and building love
without a final victory
over conquest of all war
you believe our future bright,
regardless of all rotting
sickness gripping hard
those inner places where
our species used to feel:
the rape of family by
greed of mind as hollow
as the grinning skulls
it leaves behind,
the stink of hatred
rising from the burning flesh
of anger, caught in violence
as casual as breathing,
the gaze of innocents
as emaciated as their bodies
throwing back watched horror
waiting for their turn,
the keen of wailing grief
impotent against the crush
of murdered child
in sickened heart;
without a war upon all war
our future will be dark,
without warfare waged upon
those who relish violence
all our expectations
are eternally condemned
to living death of inhumanity
as natural as the thud
of beating heart,
and if the conquest
of our love of hatred
demands that those such as myself
must vanish from our world
so peace can finally reign
make me
extinct.
— Race_9togo, Feb 06, 2010
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themoonman
16 years 4 months ago
Jim...
Race_9togo
16 years 3 months ago
Hi Richard
magics02
16 years 4 months ago
Race good poem here
Race_9togo
16 years 3 months ago
Thanks magic
Orphani
16 years 4 months ago
We are the warriors of peace
Race_9togo
16 years 3 months ago
Orphani