Past Time
The fathers of past time cry for us
their trades and beliefs lay shattered,
their dreams and hopes abandoned
why we ask?
The sword and mind lay broken
the gun and lust rape the hearts of pure men,
wives and children lay ravished
the power is here, why we ask?
I say the daunting words, I cry a river, I dream a father.
The streams dried up
my tears will stay,
As what is pure and right we need never ask.
Comments
You evoke hope here.. I am not sure but I feel this in side all that is past.. We are HERE NOW.. and in the NOW.. there is the hope for more.. the last line says to me what is only known NOW..
AS WHAT IS PURE AND RIGHT WE NEED NEVER ASK IT IS NOW THAT CHANGES ALL THINGS.. PAST AND FUTURE.. EXCELLENT WORK!
interesting read…. good work
Powerful poem….
The streams dried up
my tears will stay,
As what is pure and right we need never ask. …I love this part.
The greater the power, the more dangerous the abuse..
An emotional and well-written piece…
Wonderfully written!
Thankyou very much for the comments, I have been very busy away and haven’t had time to check this yet! I appreciate all.