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The opposite of war is not peace - it's creation.
by Angie JenkinsOne step forward,
Two steps back
Eroding slowly
Through the cracks.
Corpses encircle
The spoiled graves
In which we threw
Our martyred slaves.
There’s the noose,
The battered tree
Where I sold you
And you sold me;
The world’s unkind
To those who wait
For circumstance,
For kinder fate.
Here lies the handcuffs,
Bought and sold
By foolish men
With blackened souls.
This world’s for them
This land’s for we -
No king or queen
Or deity
We’ll die to live,
But burn to rot
Soiling the ground
For which we fought. 07/08/2011 Posted on 07/09/2011
Copyright © 2024 Angie Jenkins
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Timothy Wilson on 07/09/11 at 06:53 AM Point well made. Awesome poem! :) |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/09/11 at 03:47 PM Well done. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/14/11 at 06:32 PM I was sold as soon as I saw the title, and then equally impressed by what followed. A grim but sober reflection maybe of the world as we know it, and all the more profound with Halloween soon to arrive. Touché! |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/16/12 at 08:19 AM You are a brilliant woman with eyes open to the world. No doubt you write these things believing everyone should realize them, but knowing most do not. |
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