Dismal future

Dismal future

A Poem by Tulpi

 

The blood flow in rivulets

The mutilated bodies lie

Their struggle for existence

Withers away with the dying sigh

 

The past loses the future

And with broken hearts cry

The future loses the past

Uncertainty leaves them high and dry

 

For the people, by the people, of the people

This cry had brought the country in its wake

But such despotism makes even

Its strong foundations quake

 

Progress is the key to living

Culture is the prosperity it brings

Pride is the end result

And happiness dances to our strings

 

But can we sleep at nights

With such success that took the life

Of people, dreams and security

Won’t their pain drive through a knife?

 

We might close our eyes

And look at all the glitter and the happy ray

But our dreams will see the blood flow

And the bodies that lay in disarray

 

© 2008 Tulpi


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The twins were a beacon that shone in the sky but now the lives that were lost and will never be forgotten are remebered here on earth whilst each angel guids them through the skies..bullies never win no matter how much hatred they have..goodness comes from tragedy unfortunately..but this poem shows everyone that..thank you for writing such a poignent reminder..Diane

Posted 17 Years Ago


Wonderfully worded! Yes, and life goes on!

Posted 17 Years Ago


Very heartfelt and brought tears to my eyes.
A wonderful poem , I loved it !

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It is indeed a sad day that will live in infamy forever, my daughter in law who works at the pentigon was lucky that day she was away from work at a meeting across toen.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A very nice entry! thank you so much for taking the time to enter my first contest on here! It was a truly great read!

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amen to that! We can but pray that maybe, one day, the human race decides (never mind the human politicians or so-called martyrs!) decide that war, violence, terrorism, murder is NOT, NEVER and option!

heartfelt poem, my dear! xxx

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You wrote the story beautifully, Tulpi. It was a tragic day, and it still lives on in the hearts of all Americans, but even more so those who lost the ones they loved. Our hearts are with them as the anniversary of their loss moves closer, and they have to once again remember how awful that day truly was.

Hugs....
Jeri

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Tulpi
Tulpi

Kolkata, India



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