stain
the color of blood
touched upon the brain
a young man not yet
insane
but was
already
dancing in the rain
the sweet clean smell
of sidewalks
under late night lamplight
a walking echo refrain
who taught him to believe
to
die for their sins
diaper pins
a child
trying hard to see
what fools
those priests be
for ever teaching
not to believe
but to see
seasons
where light reflections
carve truth
into change
time
walking the walk
talking the talk
disregarding the walls
forsaking the chains
shedding his soul
upon the graves
of good children
oh! so young
not standing for his flag
eyes of hate
words of distain
just a boy
beginning an anarchist's refrain
years unforgiving
on an old man's smile
his long rhyme echoes
life sweet life
deeper then blood refrain
This world is not made up of reason, but control. Anarchy is not tolerated and children have to be indoctrinated. Young men must go to war and be patriotic so that old men can become rich and have more control.
Your work is searching… Searching for the truth in life.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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Ron
I sense a deep, underlying pain in this poem that beyond the bone....