Wednesday, September 19, 2007

A loaf for man kind

Never can such a sassy lassie
Be gazed upon again
Never has there been the question
Of why, where and when.

The why comes simply ‘cause
The hunger beast has bitten
Abiding by a flow of loss
No plans, nothing written.

It’s set, of course
In a far away land
Where poverty’s a law

The king shouts and bellows
“Thou shalt not have mercy!”
As he reveals his mighty paw.

She was born so very long ago
Fantasy and mystic rules
A doubt of what awaits her frailty
In this tale of medieval blues

Passing down this vital story
From elder, to father, to son
In hope of an enlightenment
Of what would soon become

Of the world we live in
All will perish but her
Watching over empty streets
Amidst nothingness, the sir

In marble, of pearl
Her eyes resign
Never her wish
The world’s demise

Merely a loaf, she stole that day
With guilt invading, crushing
Intentions were a cry for help
Nonetheless, human race did pay.

2 comments:

Sofia said...
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tin tin said...

this is some very impressive poetry! btw.. n percebi o comment. bj