Thank you to those who have encouraged me to continue writing poetry when I'd lost faith in writing all together. I hope you enjoy my latest work.
THE WAR
We flower then bloom then wither and die
…tell me the reason why
What is the point in existing so?
Please, I want to know
Why are we sent here to suffer and cry
Loose those we love
Under a blood stained sky
Our lives hold no joy, no meaning, no cheer
So what is the point in being sent here?
We're killing each other
Destroying our race
Our acts start to smother
Burn and deface
This world we worked so hard to create
The ground's soaked in blood
We'll soon seal our fate
We're leading ourselves to well-earned demise
Dark thunder-heads are clouding the skies
Just as our hate blocks out sense and peace
It's clouding our judgment
This soon must cease!
We need to bring peace to this land where we live
Let us think clearly and learn to forgive