The industry of death keeps spinning,
a vicious cycle of profiteering
Unstoppable despite the havoc it wreaks
And the scarlet trail left in the sand dunes
where men trade souls to the highest bidder
where brothers turn against each other
will soon swallow them whole
Death will clap its hand in glee
while wasted souls fall to the abyss
And those among the living
continue to pillage amidst the ruins
All around the echo and the chaos
keep ringing in our ears, defeaning
They say violence begets violence,
so who can we blame?
We are all gods in our way
What good are any of us?
Let us resume forging the wreath of death.
Well said!! Wonderful, thoughtful lines… thank you so much
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Thank you. 🙂
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Powerful write.
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Thank you. It was inspired by the news about the Middle East. 🙂
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Wonder what awaits the fate of humanity. Mayhem everywhere.
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I refuse to imagine. Sometimes it is easy to lose faith in humanity.
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I understand, we have become our own nemesis. Self- destruction I would say.
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That seems to be the goal. If it won’t happen in our time, I feel for the future generation. They have to clean up the mess that we will leave behind.
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I wonder how responsible we are considering the fact that we choose to leave an uncertain future to the coming ​generation.
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We played a hand on it. At least, the powerful did. But I hope for the best.
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Yeah true, I agree with that. I really hope the optimistic few really triumph at the end.
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Indeed. May love wins. 🙂
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Cheers to that… hope for humanity. 🙂
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This puts up an image in the reader’s mind, literally. This is even pertinent for capitalism or even the rat race in which most of us are stuck, about being “successful” in the eyes of others! Share your email id, it has been great to know you. 🙂
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Oh, yes. Capitalism. It is one of the inspiration for this poem. I’m glad that I painted such picture. That’s the plan.
You may reach me through this: shanlynharielle@ gmail.com. I’m glad to make your acquaintance. 🙂
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Mailed you
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Just replied. 🙂
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Great job! Such poignant points. I love how you point out that we are all too busy being our own gods.
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Thank you. We are, aren’t we? I’m afraid I sounded too cynical. But I still have faith in humanity. Thank you for the appreciation. 🙂
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Mitch, Re: ‘It won’t happen in our time.’ We never thought we would see 9/11. But there is a parallel between this event and the predictions of Nostradamus and Revelations. We can only hope humans have learnt from The Holocaust and Hiroshima.
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I’ve been fascinated with Nostradamus when I heard tales from my mother as a child. I think I will read up more on him. 9/11 was horrible. But the Holocaust and Hiroshima were two of thr darkest time in history. It seems we never learn. But I do hope we did.
Thanks for dropping by, Talia. And for the follow. I followed you back. 🙂
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I decided to follow because your poem has a clear, uncluttered tone and message, devoid of hackneyed lines. Well done.
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Thank you. It’s an honor. 🙂
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Honour eh? You flatter me.
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It’s for what you thought of the poem. You took the time to read it. It’s nice talking to you, Talia. Have a great day. 🙂
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very beautiful poem… great piece of writing… 🙂
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Thank you for the visit and for the appreciation. 🙂
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Beautiful words! 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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Great poem.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Reblogged this on KCJones.
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That was good Mitch!
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Thank you, Michael. 🙂
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