An Evil Wind

by Deana   Aug 16, 2008


An Evil Wind

The storm rages, on and on
Tree of life bowing to an evil wind
Lightnings brief exposure
Of a world drowning in sin

Arrogant ramblings
Of anger, hate and conceit
Depressing the heart
of the humble kind and meek

Children cast away
Like worthless debris
Pedophiles and rapists
Roaming happy and free

Grandmothers tears
Unseen, forgotten, denied
Unborn babies, wiped away
Mothers too high to cry

Humanity wallows in filth
From fictitious perceptions
Through unseeing eyes
Hiding from mirrored reflections

The love of each other
We no longer seek
Within the heart of the world
A once radiant light grows weak

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  • 15 years ago

    by Cindy

    Deana
    What an eye opening piece you have penned. The end of things like we knew them. Society crumbling. Very deep emotions scream from your words.

    The storm rages, on and on
    Tree of life bowing to an evil wind
    Lightnings brief exposure
    Of a world drowning in sin

    I love the way things have been compared to a raging storm.

    Arrogant ramblings
    Of anger ,hate and conceit
    Depressing the heart
    of the humble kind and meek

    It does make you depressed to read and see the news. Or just to go out and see things in your own towns and cities. Sometime I believe not being able to leave my home is a blessing in disguise.

    Children cast away
    Like worthless debris
    Pedophiles and rapists
    Roaming happy and free

    This is the saddest part. Trying to protect the children in these times. You have to keep them by your side at all times. Then they don't have the freedom to explore their world like we had growing up.

    Grandmothers tears
    Unseen,forgotten,denied
    Unborn babies,wiped away
    Mothers too high to cry

    What a sad picture this paints. Where a mother puts anything above her children. The I don't care attitude that exists in our society today. So emotionless :(

    Humanity wallows in filth
    From fictitious perceptions
    Through unseeing eyes
    Hiding from mirrored reflections

    Seeing oneself in the mirror forces them to see what they have become. They want to stay blind to the fact that they are just like the ones the despise.

    The love of each other
    We no longer seek
    Within the heart of the world
    A once radiant lights growing weak

    How much better this world would be if more people held out a loving caring hand to those who are lost.
    Excellent job!
    ~clapping~

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