Antithesis

An old man's last words.

 

Antithesis

Listen to an earful and

mull it over for a moment or two

I want but a second,

A fragment of your time

For a melancholy orchestra

Is playing in my mind.

 

Knowledge seems almost pointless

Like sanding slipping through an hour glass,

When all the world seems to care about

Is beauty and social class.

 

The garble of pop culture

Buries all real news at any cost

So we pick up our tabloids in contentment

Afraid to hear what we have lost

 

The Bible is now a weapon

Religious struggle becoming history’s motif

So much hate and scorn is put upon others

For their differ in belief

 

Hand grenades exploding

And souls being ripped apart

Over things so pity as oil

Now more valuable than a human heart

 

While all the chaos surrounds us

Spinning like a top

We look for a light at the end of the tunnel

Hoping for it all the stop

 

But with this want that all humans have

There is also the truth that we must take

Chaos simply cannot stop

Reality cannot break.

 

And in this game that we call life

Both bad and good are ever rife.

 

We find cold in the streets

And warmth in love.

Evil in destructive

And peace in the flight of a dove.

 

Wherever this may take us

And where ever we may go

We will always find some salvation

Even if at first it may not seem so.

Reviews

[Kingelocin]

i really like the beginning, it gave me the chills, but there were a couple of errors...."Like sanding slipping" and "Evil in destructive" at least i thought they were errors....if not ohh well......you should put up some more....i like your poetry

[Wildecat]

Beautiful poem, with a pristine message. a total pleasure to read.