eyes of man

 

Eyes of man

 

Through the eyes of man, a pigeon

Sits, bloody, bruised, and fearing life.

A horrid rat of city Skies, condemned

The seed of mans cruel tries to take

The world and wring it out and make it dry.

A world to be fixed, a world to be solved,

A world where mysteries are weaknesses

Where to say it is “unknown”, per say

Is to say it is “not there” it is “foolish”.

Where trust withers in the face of facts

Where “thou shalt not” constricts the will

A world devoid of truest love, for they

Have said “too young, too foolish”

While they themselves char the forests

To make way for their cities of fact

They steal and crush the Childs toy

They rip the baby from its mother

They tear at the flowers of love

But when the day is said and finished,

And the sunlight fades from view,

I cry a tear that tells the horror,

That horrible truth, that they are we.

Reviews

[xXxBuNnIIxXx]

Omg...this is so amazing..I'm speechless!

[Pester D. Finches]

thank you

[Jinx's Heart]

This sadly reminded me of some experiences I have faced in my past. It touched my core. Yet this poem reminds me how there still remains hope of something...someone better to show us the way. Sad, raw, true poem. Very well written!