Let not my efforts crush
That my enemies sit and laugh
Rather clouded in fame
All in the glory of thy name
By your manifold,great mercies
Let me abide in thy good tendencies
For the world rise
In earnest to swallow me
That destiny obscure me
Till i die!
In faith i forbid!
That their brains meet
In harmony
Their action be scuttled
Never again to settle
Hallelujah!
As they fall
An then-- i shall stand tall
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
SLOW MURDERS
Giving this tragedy
A disguiseful name
Aha!- Brain Drain
A bloke put up a house
My son, said he
I'll leave the house
Like this, when you can,
Continue up
And that built a city
Our pro's fly
In search of greener hay
Perhaps in the air
Where no reverence prevails
Seemingly forgetting that
Owners of land there work to build
Their nation on the neck of foreigners
Choosing money over peace,
Love,saving brothers-- not trees
Well...someday they'll
Have their conscience,sense
Until then-- roast in peace
A disguiseful name
Aha!- Brain Drain
A bloke put up a house
My son, said he
I'll leave the house
Like this, when you can,
Continue up
And that built a city
Our pro's fly
In search of greener hay
Perhaps in the air
Where no reverence prevails
Seemingly forgetting that
Owners of land there work to build
Their nation on the neck of foreigners
Choosing money over peace,
Love,saving brothers-- not trees
Well...someday they'll
Have their conscience,sense
Until then-- roast in peace
Uncertainties
Life's like a mirror
Even or life is borrowed
And are not even promised tomorrow
The dead carried in palanquin?
Upraised with songs like a queen
Celebrate the dead
Why won't we have more dead?
Cherish the frigid bodies in freezer
For lingering preparation longer
Vague promising
When born
During outdooring
Perhaps the happiest moment
But for a week
Child becomes weak
Even or life is borrowed
And are not even promised tomorrow
The dead carried in palanquin?
Upraised with songs like a queen
Celebrate the dead
Why won't we have more dead?
Cherish the frigid bodies in freezer
For lingering preparation longer
Vague promising
When born
During outdooring
Perhaps the happiest moment
But for a week
Child becomes weak
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