Tuesday, 20 September 2016

poem 108

Your poem the wisdom of gentle summer rain.

Above us all, a plane sail by as the captian decides, we here must die

While another billion wet eyes, glance and scream why

It's then you show, how a seed can grow, to shatter any stone 

and even this earth, beneath our toes can forgive too.

But first, understanding, must always be permanently displayed 

and from me again, words never of violence to be heard 

To you, my oath swears, to always show of better ways 

But look upon this day, for history has just raped its way

and it's there, dust declares, “everything is a lie, even the truth.” 


A poem inspired by my friends poem 



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