poem by rbheyns (HUMANITY)
By rbheyns
@rbheyns (17)
South Africa
November 15, 2006 11:28pm CST
On a cold, dark, winters street
the wind whispers with the sound of feet
an open alley brings with it greed
where beggars fight and scratch and bleed
where hobo rats bring with disease
a beggars heart slows down to cease
of cold and years of stale bread
no one knows that he is dead
a dog walks by and sheds a tear
for loss of hope and growing fear
humanity has lost its love
now all we do is push and shove
so many lives are lost each hour
in the struggle to become the superpower
a silence after every war
bloodshed worse than the one before
a world where cops are most corrupt
and governments have given up
time stands still and a nation cries
as yet another person dies
this is the land that they call free
but my story tells of reality
as dawn approaches the body is found
and death has come without a sound
the only witness a lonely dog
that disappeared within the fog
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@Crystalwatson345 (441)
• United States
6 Dec 06
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
