This red earth is weeping in my armThe air so calm
As if a storm will rise
From the dust of apprise
A good storm…
To wash away the sins,
But, alas! I hear none,
But the resonance of their guns.
Sworn to slit his brother’s throat,
The men of future learn no mercy doth.
Greeting fellow with sounds of bullet-
Hands which ought danced the ballet,
Load the heavy pellets.
The young eyes gaze the future in naught
Dying with a fear on their face
And bullets in their brain
Do they know they fight no ‘good war’ ?
Puppets in the hands of the rich,
They dig for a bluer sky,
Look up for a greener field…
But dark clouds gather all round
And the red Earth weeps on
Hoping to be washed away
By her salty tears…someday
1 comment:
This one is more complex.
... full of heartache.
"Puppets in the hands of the rich,
They dig for a bluer sky,
Look up for a greener field…
But dark clouds gather all round" - I like these lines... its never the rich that fight for freedom, for rights... though they give such "great" speeches that our wars will solve everything. Will bring peace to our lives and yet all it does is bring more war, more heartache... more pain.
"And the red Earth weeps on
Hoping to be washed away
By her salty tears…someday" - A woman's tears are the world's largest water supply.
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