about some people, some feelings just won't let go, <br />won't matter, just not forgotten, forgetting the evils of <br />man, horrific terror would hardly be, of some worth to feel, <br />but it is felt, white washed as unreal, folded and creased to <br />trash the recycle bin, awaiting the 'morrows of - <br /> <br />Another sunny day, <br />the while homes are devastated, suns ever survive, fleshless <br />wings monopolize skies, technology invades life's gift of atmosphere, <br />to even reach of greater vantage killing heights, back yard feeders are left, <br />feathered wings, animals are expelled to extinction, matters not to <br />the grandeurs of some, as luna ticked off humans, become worth less of themselves - <br /> <br /> O, say, <br />do we fail to see, plead with silent prayer, unheard voices, <br />screams of pain, the depths of which echoes and circles gifted Earth, <br />where no other world is known be likened of our own warring invaders, <br /> <br />Why then do - <br />ageless poets cry and be not heard, of feelings that source from inherent, <br />aberrational dreams, that of victims, falling prey to greed's conquest, <br />while rockets red glare, and bombs proudly burst of blood and destruction, <br />is it to reason why, or just to die, score up to mans warring purpose to <br />compete for that which must be finally relinquished to dust - <br /> <br />* as heaven is left to become - <br /> <br />Hell on Earth <br /> <br /> <br />5/31/2006<br /><br />Louie Levy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-something-special/
