men are crazy.

men have changed the world with their madness

Earth; a place of peace in the begining.
Sweet aura of natural floral all around.
Men loved and sniff in nature's purity.
Lingering out there as earthly beauty.
But men are the poison earth graced.
Just in place to stain the pure vast
universe.
Their existence is staged to rock
the world in great ways.
The muscle they flex is the seed of
war.
The intelligence with them brings
deceit our ways.
Just as instinct they manifest
violence.
Slaughtering and slashing their own
brethren.
And in the mastery of this insanity
they're tagged heroes.
In knight amours they salvaged our
world in old time glories.
Bloodshed erupted and stays as a
reckoning.
Of the blooming of the careers of
the gladiators then.
They live to kill and be killed in the
arena.
And such is life worth so much
diminished.
Such is men's souls so much
demeanoured.
The pleasure the wicked gets in
using their crafts.
Of pure handliness in killing their
kinds.
Notice the sour atmosphere it
soared for us.
Now we live in a world with little
value for lives.
Thanks to our rotten past filled
with mad men.

Reviews

[The XYZ Writer]

This is so true. We are humans, and ask for attention and to be treated nicely. And yet, we slay our brothers- giving it a blame and calling it justice... But really where is the justice in killing of any sort?
Quite a meaningful poem.

[Ami N.]

Very wise poem. This is so sadly true. Very beautiful write.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Words of wisdom, and sadly, true. We, as Men, must change ourselves, which in itself is the true measure of courage.
Thoughtful writing. Nicely done.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have been to 40 countries in my life. I enjoyed the company of all cultures and people with different beliefs. I held a smile and a offer of handshake of friendship. The common people of this world want simple things. A job, food for family and a place to live. Here in the USA ain't no different then Africa. Rich people get richer off the hard work of the poor. I wish I knew the cure? We can organize a world cup but can't get the men in-charge to offer a kind smile and a handshake of friendship. Guns don't bring peace. Food and medicine open doors to a better world. Thank you for your powerful poetry. More need to read your words. I agree with your last line.
Coyote