But the greatest mystery of all,
Still remains being, Us!
Our perplexing being,
Neither good nor fully bad,
Yet, always treacherously clad,
In many shadows dressed,
Always looking, thus,
For someone to oppress,
So, caution watch out,
It’s US!
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Silence is a chamber,
Where only silent memoriesOf gone happiness persist.Silence is perpetual night,The absence of a kiss,Where warmth and light,Have taken flight,And hope is off the list.
I think I’ve discovered the Mystery,
It’s saying, What you Feel.And What you Imagine,In a way,That it always remains,A Mystery,Full of Life,And full of Passion!
Can you think you know someone,
For, you have never met?Can your intuitionFeel the truth about themOr is it just an imaginary guess?These questions are left unansweredFor even though, I think I know you,All I have to go byAre your written words,And words can play games,No one ever imagined,Could be played,Or even heard…..? ? ?
This is not, this is not,
Where each day we strived for better.Where World’s freedom quickly grew,This is not my dearest Country,One where heads were held so high,And for Liberty and Justice,We were all willing to die.Class division, nonexistent,We were all just citizens,Democratic, coexistence,And a helping hand to lend.We must now get back our courage,No to handouts, flabbiness,You cannot keep up…
What good Poetry,
It is very disappointing,The savagery from man to man,Pretending often to be civilized,Because we know how to press buttons,But not knowing how to walk,Hand in Hand.
Strange, original,
Very green with many thorns,Desert Dwellers from some other planet?Above all, with naked hands,Don’t scan it!