(the metrics and timing could be improved and some coarse symbols changed out... take a look )
A TRUE STORY...(that will never be fully understood)
Distant stories left untold,
Silver knights come brave and bold,
To let their destinies unfold,
To let their Life and Fate unfold
And live their lives till grey and old.
Till Life is gone in the grave grown cold
Fulfillment of destiny be their goal,
To fill a deep but empty hole
(vulvic symbology?)
To cure a scarred and shattered soul,
And climb the highest and hardest pole
(phallic symbology?... eeeewww gross).
(let me suggest)
To reach a Destiny that fills the sky
to fill the emptiness that wonders why
to sooth the pain, to still the cry
to climb that mountain however high
In times of shadow they pulled through,
Fighting demons they once knew,
To starve the world from a darkness cruel,
To free the land of what evil can do.
Stop the Evil while Goodness do (better metrics)
So fire your guns and blast your bombs,
Deprive your people of life and home,
Destroy all countries one by one,
And all that remains will be ash and bone
Fire then smoke, dust ash and bone
So fight the evil you think you see
Destroy the lives of so many
Massacre the ones that differ from thee...
nobody kills because they think there is only a "differ"ence of opinion -- do you honestly think people that trivial? , but they may resort to violence because they are certain in themselves that their enemies are an actual threat to themselves, or to their families, or to their societies or to all that is Good and Holy. Violence can only come from out of that white hot intensity... and not from out of some silly luke warm intellectual opinions. To be a poet you should at least take Life and People seriously. You may not approve their motives, but you should not dismiss them.
...Then open your eyes to reality!
So fight the evil you think you see
and wash the World in a bloody Sea
Slaughter who would Barbarian be
Then awake to the light of Reality
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