pitiful seeds: licking wounds with blame on our handsA Poem by ShirlenaInspired by Sami Khalil's "Wounded Generations" Thank you for the motivation Sam.would it be the transgression of a sovereign POET the great PROVIDER of night and day who conjured up sea brought forth the wild beast with sun moon and his sister stars
unprecedented symmetry fashion and make when human images created to remain in the first garden Eden chose to forsake assigning animals on land sailing the skies first man first woman perfect sexes was it not they and their declining progression
(stop paradise ya'll...for they've opted for gratuitous decay) that we live only to die we ungrateful... offspring write the demons against the infinite author of scripture and passage sewn from communities to nations to masses erected technology to detriment and gain while greed overcomes us at expense of destitute souls
giving no concern to the tired and weak for exorbitance of mint paper that barters like gold march to their death coming of age youth to expire as men in wars we have no reasonable explanations for earth and nature's betrayal is poetic justice rains on us acid as we corrupt surplus
food and sustenance we incinerate while the hole in hunger and ozone is neglected gaping aimed armed and ready to destroy fellow man with rampant hate
licking our wounds never accepting as culprits
unworthy prodigy we are to negate blame © 2014 ShirlenaReviews
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Added on February 13, 2014Last Updated on February 17, 2014 AuthorShirlenaAboutI be lovin poetry and it be chosen to read Wanna get something across. I'll review you only...if you review me the soulest sistah is the soulest I mean... she gather's the best from grand lo.. more..Writing
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