The Multitude of Man
Sometimes the world can bring you fear, sometimes it brings you pain.
Sometimes the world brings sorrow, it's like a constant rain.
Sometimes it seems the laughter and joy are all too few and far.
Sometimes it seems our saving grace is just a shooting star.
If only man would look around and see the meaning that's there.
Man wasn't put here to conquer, man was put here to love and share.
Mankind is a growing multitude, it's a never-ending tide;
but man is conquered by his greed and he's conquered by his pride.
My prayer is that I'll live to see the multitude join hands.
I pray I'll see a world at peace, a world without demands.
I pray one day I'll rise and find a world that's kind and just.
I still have faith in the multitude, I still have hope and trust.
When the multitude is gone, and mankind is no more,
I hope we found before we left what we were put here for.
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.
