I see a future of war
And evil dissent Of poverty and famine And dark discontent
A world descended
Into desolate gloom All joy and laughter Chased out of the room
I see helpless children
Lining wasted streets Tattered, just rags Standing, weary, bare feet
And ill at ease Like leaves of trash Blown about by the breeze
I see mothers crying
Tears of despair Holding lifeless bodies Beseeching the air
Men, bent and broken
Defeated and dry Blank staring faces Just waiting to die
All semblance of humanity
All pride and joy Battered, discarded Like yesterday’s toys
A question echoing
From the deepest despair “Why did I we ever, Let it get this far?” Brilliant poems on Children Splendid Dark Poems Long Mankind Poems
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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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