The Land PeopleA Poem by C>CThere is no better place than here Our forgotten land of ire The land of which once bled By which the water people's tears wept But none all the saddened Were those earthen people Have they forgotten the bosom of which they were born? Or the destructon they have created? Wilted is their first mother For she has been forgotten And in those silent nights She creates a world of wonder And in those silent nights She creates a world we cannot reach Our hands are of fire For what we touch gets burnt and scarred The leaves turn brown and bitter The trees blackened to their roots The water sick with our poisons Even the fire of which we were born seems to ill All in guilt in which we created We forget the common sins Yet we pray to unknown gods And of which we do not pray Is to the first true creator Our first mother The eathen people's home And of which she weeps Will we one day kill her? Or will we go to the forgotten chambers So that we can save her To the land people Do not forget What we truly owe For once it is forgotten So will it be our lives Consumed by the sands of time © 2014 C>C |
StatsAuthorC>CLos Angeles, CAAboutUm... I love reading, so I thought hey why don't I write my own story. I've never really written anything before and that's probably why any stories I write might be a bit awkward :D I have a cat and .. more..Writing
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