Whose World Is This
Two roads divide in a modern wood
One paved for war - the other for peace
But which is the one most taken we ask
The common or the one least understood.
Blue skies beckon at the end of each trail
between tunnels of twisted trees that mask,
hidden meadows of fragrant flowers,
cathedral woods with sunlit veils.
So many promises - impossible to keep,
the endless struggle of Super-powers,
the other side - always misunderstood.
So many wars before we sleep
Will mankind learn enough to grow?
Who has the wisdom to bestow?
Whose world is this- I think I know!
He watches it blow-up below!
Feb 21st. 2020
For Joseph Mays.
Lines to Awaken your Muse Poetry Contest
I used: 4. Whose woods these are I think I know - Robert Frost
3rd. Place
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2020
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