Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

8 Mar 2011

How Why Who


How can I be this strong and yet, be washing my feet
In a basin of my own blood?
Why does a stranger run into a burning house?
And why can't the innocence of a child's eyes,
Continue to view, right through, to adulthood?
Like we somehow, we misunderstood.
Who is brave enough to walk away?
To understand what the others say?
To find common ground in the affray?
How does a difference, Affect a rising sun?
Does it change anything, except killing all the fun?
Why are we still in chains? change C & H for brains,
Reborn from the flames.
Who will take us kicking and screaming;
To a land of broken promises?
And who will lead themselves;
In their own dominion, of temporal kings?

2 comments:

How why who, very human :)

Thanks for sharing.
 
again a wonderful like Chanting for Life I do so love that passion that reaches out to the reader in your work it is so strong your questions of life are the very things we should be taken attention to as a individual and as a whole which as time ticks on is becoming less thankq Beez :))
 

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