Sherese Gooden Poet Rhyme

Harvest

Harvest

 The wisest men bear folly, their loins issue
                                                 and foolish sons increase the ruins of nations.
                                                 A spawn of humanity born of tissue
                                                 rises through its own machinations.

                                                 When the time is ripe, prophetic words
                                                 like vinegar burns into your marrow;
                                                 tomorrow you will feel their swords -
                                                 for that is the path you must follow.

                                                And time then will increase your moans  
                                                when they have invaded your perfumed 
                                                homes, taken the comfort from your zones 
                                                and nothing is as you assumed.

                                                When you are propelled into action
                                                gushing crimson liquid, a broken pipe
                                                wasted, dreaming of satisfaction;
                                                You will learn; men do, when the time is ripe.

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Beata Agustin October 19, 2024 at 10:50 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.