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Read All Abut It
Read all about it
Our days seem filled with death and destruction
While hate and war go hand in hand
With what?
Politics and past deeds?
Religion? Tribal ties?
Races go head to head
While people die from others dreams of power.
An omnipotent human trait perhaps?
Neighbours look back over their shoulders
Determined to keep past grievances alive,
To set things right, to turn the tide,
And so it spreads
A cancer that nothing can cure
Ingrained in this, the 'daily' life we lead.
The living and the dead join hands too
So Keeping that hate alive in every corner of this
Our world.
Families feud, and so it grows
Since first we walked, then talked.
Kin, villages, clans,
Borders spanned by tongue,
Or colour, or creed.
A never ending battle for what?
Tow the line, kill or be killed,
Just follow the thoughts of men
Who crave dominion over each other.
A downward spiral
Leads to who or what we are, or were,
Or think, or dream.
Brothers and sisters in arms
Driven by deeds long past to haunt the sleep
Of the living, and the dead.
If history takes care of itself,
Then what of the future?
Copyright ©
Tim Riding
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