Poetry

Okay a friend of mine wrote a poem that really caught my eyes and i thought it would be awesome if i post it here on my blog and share it with the world...i did not catch its title but at least i have its body...i hope you see between the lines and discover the same beauty that i saw in it too. At times like i do say, poetry speaks my mind better than i express myself in any other means. Cheers.

Courtesy of Maroa Range...

The earth is stained with human anguish,
By such infamous deeds we can’t dismiss,
Why should we all die in terrible torment,
Or be stuck down at any unjust moment.

With our beautiful cities laid waste in ashes,
When the army’s of the powers embrace in clashes,
While the horn of the oppressor is blown,
And the seeds of destruction are sown.

It is for the eyes of the world to find every fault,
And to correct them before our civilization is naught,
What good is it to say that victory was mine,
When in doing so I severed every family line.

Blacks and whites and all shades between,
Know we’re heading for more conflicts then there’s ever been,
And how will we receive Christ when he returns to earth again,
Will he be nailed to a cross once more by us.
ARE WE INSANE