Birds And Bumblebees

Birds And Bumblebees short poem

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I live in a world of cherry blossom,
Of flowers and fruit on the trees,
Of fluffy white clouds in light blue skies,
Of birds and bumble bees.

Then I awake from my perpetual dream,
And all I can see is war,
Famine,hate and genocide,
The rich folk abusing the poor.

What happened to the garden of Eden,
What happened to world peace and love,
What happened to everyone getting along,
Did the hate come from heaven above?

No,hate was born from silver and gold,
And man’s urge for money and power,
Man doesn’t care how he gets there,
To the top of the ivory tower.

A world so full of hate and despair,
Is a world I don’t want to see,
A world of happiness,peace and love,
We should strive for you and for me.

I’m returning now to perpetual bliss,
Of songbirds singing in trees,
Of sunshine,and waves lapping the sands,
Of birds and bumble bees.

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I am a father of 6 children who has had a love of poetry for many years.It wasn't until my fire was rekindled by a fellow poet,good mate and a man who gave me lots of advice at the start,Darren Scanlon.In just over a year i have written 50 poems of all types and am hoping later this year (2015) to publish my first book.
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