Arise My Son !

[ Arise My Son ! ]



Since the day of your creation,
The Play makes the motion,
And it's playwrighters...
Determine your part...
Upon the theatre of existence...

Humanity they made;
In which terrorism mingles with death fulfilled...
Reality they named;
The abode of obscurity and the fear beheld...

Arise My Son !
For I have tasted the wounds of our race...
Behold all merchants of war !
For your play of malice and deceit shall fade;
And the palywrighters of it...
Shall Be Slayed !

( © 2009 - All Rights Reserved Belial )

Reviews

[Melanie Jane Boicourt S..]

Wow! This is a very powerful poem.
There is a misspelling that you might want to know about ....
"And the palywrighters of it...
Shall Be Slayed !"
Besides that though, the content is exceptional. I actually have a poem asking the question of who decides our fate in this play of life.
Here is one too. It isn't the one that I was thinking about but it also fits.

WHEN?
When you aquire the knowledge

of the part in which you play,

do you just keep playing

or make it better in some way?



When you realize reaction

to the action that you do,

will you act according

when it all comes back to you?



M.J.S.


Love All, Melanie

[Arios]

i can say that is what i like .. its so expressing

this poem i like most of all yours keep it up

[Nella Aboodi]

This poem from start to bottom brings enthusiasm to my blood, even when i just read the title, it makes me want to do something quickly.

[Abd-afeez]

Keep it up.