Cain

It started with a spark of intensity;
Now
Missiles reign down on us all.
In fact, we have a propensity,
for bloodshed and fire and gall.
But what of the meek and the frightened? And those whom imprison their bite?
What of the dead and the dying? And those who live all throughout night?
Should peace come at cost of submission?
Is peace's proviso police?
Is peace a belonging, or longing for love, begotten by men all deceased?
Yet what of passion and desire?
Is passion a flame which burns?
Rapacious!, That hunger of beasts!
Saliently creator of yearns.
And our tumbles imprint us with ire,
Our dead shall be sloughed into urns.
And to think it all starts with a spark,
the engulf
the descent
the concern.
But
Fear not;
Fear not all the flames.
Fear not;
The dark of the veil.
Fear not;
The threat of the gun.

For fire is naught but old sun.

Author's Note

Please enjoy!

Reviews

[afra]

excellent write ...well done

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem and the artwork were amazing. I had to read the poem a few times for the pleasure of the story. The poem open the door to a deep and long conversation. You are a talented writer. Reading your poetry is always a great pleasure. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Wolfhilde]

This is just a brilliant piece of work! It is breathtaking. maybe one of the best poems I have read so far. Also the picture is very touching, beautiful but sad. I also loved: "For fire is naught but old sun." I think this is just lovely. Very well done!

[RFDIII]

Thank you, I'm veritably glad that you enjoyed it as much as you did, I'm quite a fan of your poetry as well, though I am not quite such an avid reviewer as yourself!

Much obliged!

[Wolfhilde]

Thank you very much, it is a kind compliment. Please, do not feel compelled to review. I am already glad that someone reads it :)