Author: HSH PM
Poem about the nature and fate of man.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 443 - Published: 04-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3010523
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Made of wood?
More like made of nothing
Nothing but the emptiness of our hearts
Of our souls
How else could we kill so easily?
Rape so easily?
I hear our voices
Our raspy voices
How we curse one another so
Look at this planet
That's all the proof you'll need
Look what we've done
At the messes we've made
The conflicts we started
I pray to you
All for what?
What's the point?
Is that all there is?
Is that all we care about?
Please don't let it be too late for us
We kill crush the skull of the people we find different
I can hear the crying of their blood crying right now
Their innocent blood
Well, as innocent as they can possibly be
I see two brothers happy as can be
I see a woman talking to them
Her tongue exerts lies
I now see the brothers fighting
Over the whore
I see that one of the brothers has struck the other brother down
Over the whore
But before you condemn the woman
First know, that she is merely doing what she knows
She's see no wrong
In what she has done
Just as the brother doesn't
In your name I pray
I now see two little girls
Playing and laughing together
One of them finds a beautiful necklace
The sister who found it boasts about it
Envy fills the heart of the other sister
Envy and lust
The other sister attempts to get it
The first sister mocks her and eggs her on
Rage burns into the sister's heart
Now the first sister lies on the ground, her blood leaking out
Polluting the planet
Just as the other sister pollutes it with her sin
The sister feels no remorse
She now has the necklace
What else could she want?
I now see a moth flying in darkness
A ball of brightness appears
The moth flies toward it
But the light moves away!
Every time the moth tries to get to it
The light moves
What does this say about our future?
How will it end for us?
Can only take so much
How much longer will it take before the end hits us?
Like a ball of flame shooting from the sky directly at us
How will it end?
Will it be from bombs?
This is how it will end
It will end with tears…
Tears… much like the rain