Eyes on the Artifact

A poem that explains how a lack of understanding can lead to disastrous results.

There is an Artifact

Red eyes see the Artifact as a symbol of warfare and a right to dominant.

Blue eyes see the Artifact as a symbol of peace, proof that the world should unite.

Green eyes see the Artifact as theirs and theirs alone and should not be shared with anyone else.

Yellow eyes see the Artifact as a terrifying, sinful thing that must be destroyed.

Pink eyes see the Artifact as a source of life for the world.

White eyes see nothing but love the feel of the Artifact.

Gazes shift from the Artifact to each other and they glare hatefully

For all are right and all are wrong.

And none could accept it.

Time passes.

Heavenly eyes see the Artifact as a piece of junk, surrounded by skulls with empty sockets.

 

 

Reviews

[New Dawn]

Of course your view on just about everything depends on where you stand - and you have captured this concept brilliantly

[Quinn Fletcher]

Thank you please look at my other works.

[Fernando Dardón]

Interesting way to describe the different perceptions of reality. This "artifact" may be the analogue of something else, not necessarily material, lets say power, money, social events, ideals.
I like it how heavenly eyes sees the artifact as an worthless item, since its not relevant to its divine nature. It's as if God is concerned about money.
Interesting poem, gives a lot to think.
Very well!

[Quinn Fletcher]

Thank you for your wonderful comment.

[Fernando Dardón]

you're welcome :)

[Sami Khalil]

I like antiques and artifacts...Bravo..........................