Eternal Minutes
I
Do reach deep down
For wizened warm words
When wordsmiths drown
Human hopes with swords
and pen
(No pen is mighty, thanks to Eternity)
II
Things happen that slice your tongues
Put your hearts in meat grinders
Do reach down, refuse to drown
In tribal justice, tribal wars,
filthy lucre
(The currency where we will be will be
Beyond peso and golden penny)
III
Closer to home, your children are ingrates
The disease: life of ease through entitlement
Do reach down and up, the overflowing cup
Will provide beyond your needs
The pure words we mine, turn to seeds
Of shalom
(That health translated into wealth and well BEING)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
