The city of prideA Poem by Jerryyoung1z
We do not know where they come from
We do not know where they have gone It was in the morning, when we heard a loud drum Then appeared a ship that blocked out the sun With it's mighty wings and hum of power Like the eagles kings, up it soars It's monstrosity we saw with our eyes So covered with scars of battles fought But what we failed to realise Is the doom this ship has brought Our awe was turned to fright, when suddenly began a downpour The sky turned to fiery light, for it didn't rain water but fire balls Skyscrapers were humbled, and the ground their peak did sweep Mighty mansions tumbled, consumed by fire and lost it's keep People got burned and crushed, and cries turned to a continuous weep Our crafts got twated and squashed, like a lousy fly disturbing sleep Where are the mighty men of the world? Who radiated with pride and hate Inside caves they have crawled, trying to avoid the worse fate Suddenly the downpour ceased, and from the sky the ship disappeared Time seemed to have freezed, as our land cried bitter tears We used to be powerful and great, our wrath no one could withstand We were really proud and fueled with hate, our ways no one understands We wanted to build mighty towers, so high it'll reach the sky We wanted to be gods with powers, without wings we wanted to fly We destroy other nations, we oppress then make them cry We said we were almighty, now we've seen that's just a lie We were boastful of our nectar producing trees, for that, us, other nations serve By our pride we were blinded and always carefree, in gold our name was carved Now our smoke rise to the air, to mark our shameful defeat The people now tremble in fear, what happened to our tongues of deceit Our enemies now laugh and mock, the once great city of pride We were rich we had money in bulk, but wretchedness rests in our mind We do not know where they come from We do not know where they have gone Some will say they are a wretched scum, and deserve a big boot to the bum But a message they've come to pass across, to whoever isn't too deaf to hear ''Do away with your pride'' they've told us, ''And let your name become The city of care'' Rubles are our structures that were enormous Now we know that pride is poisonous But again we shall rebuild, and one day get back our greatness Not with deceit if we could, but by being humble and with patience For now we know there's one up there, who watches everything we do Don't think you're greater but fear, or this fate shall befall you too. © 2016 Jerryyoung1zFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on February 12, 2016 Last Updated on February 12, 2016 AuthorJerryyoung1zNigeriaAboutI'm a songwriter, spoken word artiste, poet and other awesome things between, nice to meet you. more..Writing
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