Abdu Muhaimin Hashim Poet I do not know?

Sacrifice

In this world of hatred,
I break my wrist and arm to fight;
The chance had been created
In the midst winter night

The chances are between him and me
For the glory it behold
It is not a scene on the sea
Nor a fight with him, in bold

I take my hand to jab him
He returned with a hoof;
Cold and angry, a warrior in the gym
Although had been smashed with a poof

My body had the power to sight
His pain and anxiety to win
I want to use all my might
But his loss will make it a sin

I repel his hit with my arm
A broken arm will surely be a numb
I set the phone to be an alarm
To wake me up when the autumn come.

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Ovidiu Bocsa April 30, 2016 at 11:03 AM I recently read somewhere in a cathedral, that God need not any sacrifice. Neither man, nor animal, nor plant but philosophy in its different stages (explained by Kilkerry ) like the stages of morality (Kohlberg) tried to justify it. But good may be justified through mercy, compassion and piety. The rest may become ideology, kind of gnosis, thus a degradation of religions bringing suffering and the great troubles of humanity.

Poet Destroyer A April 30, 2016 at 10:58 AM now this is poetry, love the imagery Abdu...linda