Damon Inferel Posted July 16, 2003 Report Posted July 16, 2003 Poem #1 Whatever this means I don’t understand, why am I trapped inside of this land I am stuck here for as long as I live, my prison, my home, it is my freedom I give A time for this place is time for battle, the ground shakes from a distance, a tedious rattle I lift my sword so that the sun gleams off of it My duty, my destiny, fulfilled as I see fit Guns and blades have littered this land Shaken by cowards and even the warrior’s hand Unsteady it is to kill someone Not at all delightful, not in the least bit fun But it is inevitable with the world I am in Our life is bound to this eternal sin Death and destruction are all we know Forever dead bodies we carry in tow Why must I fight, do I wish to survive Is there really a need for humanity to thrive Our people are dying and we continue to kill So many death, so much blood to spill The ground is soiled with our misdeeds This fighting continues ignoring our needs Clashing of blades and inevitable gunshot Never ringing twice in only one spot People they die without our knowledge or care Only litter to the battlefield which holds crimson glare Sunlight is seldom seen as it is always rain So much sadness that heaven cries for all of our pain All of it never ends all of it never stops Much like the seasons that hold the blood raindrops Nothing for us to see but anguish and despair These images of sadness, we can only stare Will there ever be an end to this meaningless fighting Perhaps not in our lifetimes, no end in sighting Poem #2 Should humans be struck down because of revolution Is it our fault of free will or evolution We take a stand and we are shunned We commit violence and our people are gunned Who created government or rules to abide by How is it that we are forced to simply wonder why To the upper powers we are nothing but pawns A simple game of chess of which we are marble spawns Meant to be controlled and used for different tasks Our opinions do not matter because no one ever asks People mind their business and continue their life Unaware of their problems, the hidden strife We are the oblivious manipulated idiots Responsible for misunderstanding and starting riots We are controlled and yet we do nothing to stop it Our inner rage and inhumanity just doesn’t give a sh*t We need to take a stand and erase society Perhaps get along and promote global piety Our devotion to each other and our global bond It is the fact we are humanity that gives us armor to be donned Revolution is no joke and is not to be taken lightly A false move or wrong word could result in battles nightly In this war-torn criminal world where everything’s insanity We need to step up and erase the outer shell of vanity Underneath the power is all corruption and deceit Something we do nothing to, this challenge we never meet When will we unite and eliminate this threat Our failures before meant nothing, the difficulty was set We weren’t prepared and there was not enough planning If we are to do this, the operations length should be generations spanning We may not live to see our glory but our children will surely see it So let us start out revolution, Let us not ponder on our freedom, let us be it
autumn_sun Posted July 16, 2003 Report Posted July 16, 2003 Hn....-ponderous look- My, my....Scott, you've done it again...O_o You and Lynne both...inspiring paintings. Not drawings, but paintings...I'd love to put your first poem to a brush and canvas....and the second to music...but I'm not a composer, sadly...Though I really really would love to paint the first...if you wouldn't mind....?
Damon Inferel Posted July 16, 2003 Author Report Posted July 16, 2003 Yeah, if you wanna paint, then I look forward to seeing the product... if that's all right...
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