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A Fit Of Madness
As a poet, i feel the sadness
Harshly slashes my heart deep
When scenes hurt the weakness
Children their bitter tears, drip
As a world empathic observer
My heart with much pains, bleeds
I can never be a cause defender
I only afford words, never give deeds
That nearly all the people
Are only self centered slaves
Faithless, and much more fickle
Deep in lust, they blindly rave
I see just carnal starvation
Seems they ignore huyman scheme
As if Anatomy were never teached***
They are lost in lustful whims
How then evil,oh hell, ever recedes
When poetry is the lust fuel
Just for children, have sympathy
Make the pen the first ever tool
Published 14th Jan 2024
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30th Jan 2024 2:39pm
Oh the picture also speak of the pain you feeling as you jot this down. Well, I know as writers there is hardly much we can do but, our poems are a prayer heard and there will be peace and we will write songs of liberty someday.
Every word wipes away a tear somewhere so don't stop fighting for the afflicted with your pen and prayers.
Kisses~
Every word wipes away a tear somewhere so don't stop fighting for the afflicted with your pen and prayers.
Kisses~
30th Jan 2024 2:52pm
Hopelessly writing what we can never be doing, never even escaping
such a hecatomb, while the worldwide conscience is watching.....
Time is turns,.........
Thanks Peninnah for your comment.
A pleasure.. kisses too.
such a hecatomb, while the worldwide conscience is watching.....
Time is turns,.........
Thanks Peninnah for your comment.
A pleasure.. kisses too.
