No More (poem) by Keith Rowley on AuthorsDen

No More
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Sometimes, the greed, the suffering and the pain we cause each other becomes all too much...but don't worry - I'll still be here next week!
No More Still and silent falls the rain Upon my soul it leaves its stain Now wearied is my heart of breath Come death! Come death! In hunger born of human greed Our children we condemn to need We plunder, bomb and rape and steal There is no hope this world to heal Pray God! The pain of babes might cease For mitigation do I plead We pray thee God for blessed peace An end to deeds of war and greed I will not bide here any more And watch our children march to war I will not watch our children die While mothers weep and fathers die Long fall my bitter tears in flood For beauty lost in time and blood So dark the world before my eyes I have no wish to say goodbyes Come death! Come death! Hasten now, to my last breath No more would I hear children cry Perforce, I must now say goodbye.

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on November 15, 2007

The feeling of a state of emergency. This is what I am left with when I read your poem. And I agree with its content. Totally.

Axilea

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on September 17, 2007

Your write effects me like the tolling of a death bell. No more, no more!

Kathy

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

A most heartwrenching write filled with so much greed and heartache, which seems to be running amok in this world of ours today....

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Keith how true and how sad, I am going to my studio now to comit seppucu, hope the knifes are sharp enaugh. I hope you're not praying to the same God that the warmongers are praying to Keith, all I know that many of them that run to church on sundays fear for their own little lifes more that to turn the other cheek as that God has taught, there are very few heros like that, and you don't see them getting the purple hearts! Their own little selfish whimsial lifes more important in the now, than in the later, which comes inevitably despite their shallow faith. We don't have to talk about the other sides God we are not responsible to him! This is how effective your poetry has consumed me in one small moment, so it must be brilliant!Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by chris stienstra (Reader)

Honestly written work.
My hope is that people will always continue to try. That each of us will somehow make healing in our world the "main event". You show the saddness of the reality. I appreciated this write.
My best regards,
Chris