Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Thursday, 22 March 2012

No Man's Land

The tears fall free, some more dear than others
Caused by fears, some more valid than others,
Within real time the windmills of change do rot-
Focusing the glaring stares on big singular spots,
Cruel and manipulative are the herders of fate-
All vulnerable and power hungry leaders of hate,
Small voices amongst the crescendos screeching,
For Utopian ideals to be upheld, left beseeching,
The fury of wronged herds should be left alone-
Ideals of humanity, should never be left at home.
So say quietly the wisest sages of no man's land;
Ones' who don't belong but dare to make a stand,
Amongst furores of rage and avenged tenfold pain-
Grounded spirits are those who keep the others sane.


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