The New World OrderA Poem by Ian Craven
A fragile splendor of the eyes is what the world likes to surmise. A vapor crown of manmade glory, it shines itself without a story. One stone upon another we’ll travel this path together. Come all from every tribe and land; gather now to see how we will be a clan. Bricks and mortar we will use to build the new found city of truth. The cast of the past is too outdated shady at best so let’s update it. Say what you want, believe what you will; do as you do, but don’t hurt my will. Hope is our rod and knowledge our spade, by wisdom we dig to find a new way. A kingdom of unity here we have arrived, joined together in a new life. No more hiding in caves or trees, we come together unified busy like bees. The honey comb is sweet to our taste, we like it we love it, it’s the way. Come to this nest, it’s the sweetest kind; the queen rules it like a false Christ. The queen is a diamond a goddess of bliss, she has it all and is the best. What folly of self we have come to with this way we believe. Seek the Lord Jesus or you will be deceived.
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Added on February 9, 2015 Last Updated on February 9, 2015 AuthorIan CravenEastanollee, GAAboutI'm a short story writer, poet and novelist. I spend most of my free time writing. Feel free to be my friend. I like meeting new people. I welcome constructive criticism on my writing. more..Writing
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