Indiana Shaw Poet Quatrain

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A Wasted Life

A WASTED LIFE

Does man, fear the pain
From all the scars of war
Feel as better, or as gain
From knowing the score 

Was it all worth it, dying
All this blooded rank soil
In the distance as crying
Wasted effort, man's toil

All sacrificed for demons
Who thrill upon your die
Without want, or reason
Humours your death cry

Have we learnt anything
Or; as justify the means
Wrong ideology teaching
As truth remains unseen

You are taking up space
You are costing to much
There is no saving grace
To those who lose touch

No one heeds the lesson
Why now we have to die
As blinded by false hope
When in prayers you cry

We are now the sacrifice
Before the greater world
We are no longer suffice
As to God's ear, unheard

Indiana Shaw . . . : /

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L Milton Hankins March 21, 2022 at 9:49 PM Interesting write and well worth the read, Indiana Shaw! It lays on the page so nicely. I'm not sure how you do that because it doesn't look automatically justified as some do. Nice! Indiana Shaw March 21, 2022 at 11:47 PM Well, Milton, I never justify my lines by automation, it's all manual, sometimes I get a perfect justified poem, so I call that the perfect poem, I have no idea when I started it, but, feel free to find out in my poetry list, blessings . . . : )

Jeff Kyser March 21, 2022 at 8:17 PM That’s interesting with all the lines being the same character length. Still reads pretty well, the brain fills in too vs to, etc. Indiana Shaw March 22, 2022 at 12:00 AM Jeff, I used to suffer from dyslexia real bad, poetry amongst other things brings my spelling on, as my grammar, and all the wonderful poets on Poetrysoup too <--- mind it's still a working progress ; ) Indiana Shaw March 21, 2022 at 11:42 PM It's just a knack of mine Jeff, if I'm not known for my poetry, I am known for this, also it's down to <--- the font not changing too <--- ; )