Here I Sit in the Holly Alone

If I could ever achieve a perfect world, I would give up anything. This poem is a metaphor for the people who give themselves up to save our world and innocent people, those who would die for it.

Here I sit in the holly alone

From the skies tumbles down miniature stars

And bathe our bleak world in glittering white

Shrouding the earth's deep scars

Scratches now adorn my face

Blood angry and scarlet drips down

As I sit, there, in the holly bush

The sins of the world on my brow

And when will I have bled enough

To finally be forgiven

For someone has to pay the children

And the parents for what they have given

And I weep for the deep crimes of humanity

For the innocent, slain and scorned

Weep, until the blood washes away

When the dead are too far to be mourned

A person like me should have stopped them

How can I sit here when there are people dying

So I make up for the world's sins in pain

And washing away blood with my crying

For I would give myself up for this world

If I knew no one be be harmed any more

If a perfect world could be reached

And each other not hate but adore

I would give myself up for these people

Even if that world I would never see

If that perfect world could be reached

Every minute, I dream of what it could be

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Gleb Zavlanov]

What a dynamic philosophy. I, too, have always wanted a perfect, peaceful world, and I can very much relate to every word. Wonderfully crafted!

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)...................

[The Hampstead Poet]

And I thank you for reading! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................