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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Somewhere from the deep dark and mazy cave The painful cry of a wretch is incessantly heard The booming,surging noise in the changing wave That reaches everywhere in whirls and is stirred; The frigid peace crusts the fazed soul, so sore ; And in chaotic disorder,despite its awning decor The unborn child of civilisation is in utter threat- Squeezed between birth and growth ,in intense Awe, and uncertain as the wicked anger is all set To destroy, devour and leave in smoke dense ; All the sweet and neat things for love and gain Made, have but come to be treated with disdain Skyscrapers and huge domes, like citadels tall, And forts, palaces or mansions matchless ever, Tracts for sport and fun and the communion hall Are but pulled down to dust with mocking power Built with nobility and lofty embellishment dear Yet short of grace, magnanimity and soul clear Like a naive praying child,the mind with a frown Asks at large , and repeats often the quest: Why build at all when you intend to bring down To evince that things exist only at Ego's behest! The world so rich and wonderful doth only need Love, harmony and peace for the order to breed All that the crust and its inmost offers do yield Are the sole claims of the sapiens very strange, Who now know that from the sword and shield To the magical burning weapons of any range, Is much easier than making a kid's game toy To truly send chill down the backbone to annoy The never stopping spheres will glance again Similar chops, splinters and the countless kill With the ceaseless flow of the liquid in red stain; Will the infant within grow up to it's nativity in full And find the fruitful load of culture for it to carry On to posterity the divine gift of honey and cherry?
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