Sunday, June 8, 2014

We Doomed the Day

A poem I wrote, it’s titled  “We Doomed the day”.

The flying days and nights go swift,
Until there is no more,
Glad or gloomy the times will drift,
Crossing to the other shore,
But whether life is a curse or gift,
It’s hard to be sure anymore.

With pain and sorrow the world will shift,
And shift from war to war,
And when no man or woman is left,
And the earth is hurt and sore,
The suffering, which on earth has crept,
Will Stop, but not before.

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