Here’s a bit of poetry that I came up with the other day. I just started playing with words and within the space of an hour I had two poems. I’m gonna save the other one for another post/time, but here’s the first one I wrote, entitled: One foot in the grave, one foot on your head
Would be interesting to know people’s opinions.
One foot in the grave, one foot on your head
Limericks so lucidly lie,
When it comes to black hearts and bomb battalions
One for the heroes and fallen.
An evil,
Not necessarily, but I say verily
We are the custodians of the wounded
Profits and policy.
Whitehall and wankers,
Bravado and Bullshit.
Yet we cry,
Another way surely?
Motivate yourself,
take a long hard look, because for this remedy there is no book.
Tell me why?
This dove,
A symbol of love so misplaced,
An empty symbol of flesh and feathers,
or is it the hope inside that weathers?
Humans are a complicated sort,
especially when it comes to cruelty for sport.
Sometimes when silence is about
All you want to do is scream and shout, but…
We do not realise we are the ointment,
because If we were made in the image of a deity
We are a serious disappointment!
POSTED 27.05.10 BY: Definition_1990 |
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