Human Disasters

1-19-2011

When the mourning comes shall we fall??
Maybe we shall run into the night,
Seeming to scream for more while begging to stop through it all,
We can't let our feelings bring us more weakness and plight,
We can't deal much more with society,
The way others seem to act out,
Taking their crap day to day it is just not me,
Amongst taking that commonly traveled route
So know this saying and know it well:
Screw the puppet masters
When we meet for that drink it'll be on hell,
Where there are no more human disasters.

Reviews

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Tough reality..!!!! Good one..!!!

[Hello, Goodbye]

enjoying the darkness.

[D S Rollins]

What an unexpected end! I like this.

[Poetic Beauty]

Wow the last two lines in this poem really make this poem more of a somber piece. It is nice to see the twist at the end.

[Coyote Poetry]

In hell. Could be bad time too. Lock me up with the woman I pissed off in life. I like this poem. Sometime we must stop the B.S and leave this negative behind. I like the ending to the poem. A excellent poem.
Coyote