One by one the string of words <br />make sentences and verses. <br /> <br />They describe <br />a world of wonder, <br />a world of hate; <br /> <br />great poem epics of <br />how <br />humankind is wrong, <br />flow strongly. <br /> <br />No still waters <br />no mountain of hope <br />no tiny flowers <br />hidden <br />between the rocks <br />of conflict. <br /> <br />Black angry waters <br />flow, <br />they cry out for <br />justice, truth. <br />No knowledge shared, <br />little love is spread around. <br /> <br />Yet hope lies close <br />A lotus flower, <br />its petals lie serene, <br />its scent of knowledge <br />given freely, we must <br />read the words it writes <br />upon this page. <br /> <br />Give a love <br />that lasts, a love <br />that does not <br />discriminate. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />07-07-2009<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poets-life-2/
