The Numbers are increasing
Children are weeping
All signs of sanity are gone
Birds once chirped soothing melodies,
now there are none
There is nothing left but
suffocating gases in the air Does no one care?
Can no one hear the
cries of despair?
A weary hand reaches out,
will no one take it?
The grounds have dried
and crumbled
and so have they . .
.
What was once a home
has turned into dust
Their residents have become
piles of empty remains
and those who haven't
been
turned into corps walk
with eyes of cold cadavers
They continue to aim fire
while reeking odors of
rotting flesh spread
seeping
into their lungs
contaminating their souls
Another’s warm blood on their hands
Splashed on their chest,
Marked on their faces and in their eyes,
their shut eyes…
red eye lids…
red…
The ground now is covered by a
colorful quilt formed from
sprawling bodies that have been
mended together with
scarlet colored threads
Are we blind?
Or do we pretend not to see?
The Numbers are increasing
Children are weeping
All signs of sanity are gone
I saw this documentary on world wars, it really shook me to see so many people at conflict and as result hurting one another. Sadly, it still hasn't come to a stop. I hope one day it will, i know this may be a bit unrealistic cause there will always be something someone will disagree on, but then again . . . who knows, the world might finally realize what they've been doing wrong all of these years and get it right for a change. There are many ways to settle a dispute, harmony is still an option u know.
"WORLD PEACE EVERYONE!" just givin' it a shot. -shrugs-
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Unfortunately, world leaders bent on domination rarely see peace as an option. You could fill up planets with the number of people dead from wars throughout history. Peace seems a galaxy away. And yet, there are so many who want it now. Let's hope for the best. Your poem is excellent.
It is quite disappointing to really take a closer look at the world sometimes. I really liked the use of font size to covey the volume of the voice. clever, indeed. before I read the authors note, i gathered a genocide-ish environment from this. i guess i wasn't too far off. it's funny that i pictured genocide from this... but it's really about current affairs. your piece snapped me out of la la land and make me think. thank you for your poem. i'll check out some more of your writing.
BTW, love the name "Time Crosser". Why did you pick that?
Now to the poem. Nice work. But ultimately I think people don't care. If they cared (enough), wouldn't all these problems be gone? Would they arise in the first place? Unfortunately, I thing not. People are selfish. People are self-absorbed. They are preoccupied with themselves and not others. This is the basic problem. Can we fix this? Well, probably not now. We have to become something beyond what we are. That will take some doing and some time.
I enjoyed this. Nice write. Questions are always intriguing. They cause us to think! Imagine that!
brilliant. I remember when I used to write like this....but life and its mundane flow got in the way. This poem is a stark reminder that we cannot become numb to the monster....