Cigars and Hand Grenades

This poem is a analysis of one paradox that exists in the world

The cigar is lit again

The pen summoned to tell the story

Of men with open inadequacy

And others with silent glory

 

The room is darkened again

Yet not the observers eye

Who notices men who are dying to live

And men who are living to die

 

Rage that is never released is often the most violent

All thoughts are merely unspoken words

How loud, yet sometimes silent

Men differ in thoughts and words, like feathers differ in birds

 

Some handle issues discretely

For others the world should know

Some men keep there brightest treasures

Others let there dimmest glow

 

The pen inks the stories of men in facades

Whose lives are charades

The pen inks the story of wise men with cigars

And foolish men handling hand grenades

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[An Ordinary Woman]

This is great- almost has a slam feel to it. I like your writing and enjoyed it very much. I am looking forward to more.