BeliefA Poem by Baby RicochetI came up with the premise for this poem while I was in Wal Mart. God only knows why. Not the best thing I ever spit out but I've been short of ideas lately
I've heard the brimstone of the frauds
I've heard them speak of prophets and Gods I've heard the promise from the pulpit I've heard the rantings of the despot I've heard the Minarets that sing I've seen the carnage blind faith can bring I've seen them wave their book on high I've heard them shout believe or die I've heard them sing call to prayer I've heard the bullets cut through the air I've heard them promise heaven eternal I've seen their bodies ripped by shrapnel I've heard the Chaplin speak of Jesus I've heard him say that God is with us I've heard him speak of a prince of peace I've heard him try to assuage our grief I've seen hate destroy the holy land I've seen revenge get out of hand I yearn for peace to be in my heart I wouldn't know where to start With knowing everything I've seen I don't believe in anything © 2012 Baby RicochetReviews
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Added on November 22, 2012Last Updated on November 22, 2012 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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