We are in chaos now
and the world asks for our sanity.
Amidst the turmoil that is to come
we must form the islands of harmony
to weather the coming storm.
The rain of confusion will press against
us like a skin of irritable insanity
that raises the waves of emotions.
In all of this there are shifts
to a greater morn, yet work is needed
now to quell that which follows a fall.
We are coming to the rage of our chaos now
and those of us who made our promises
will be called upon to perform.
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16.8.05
1 comment:
I really like your poetry, its very good.
David
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