Childhood has past,
Too fast and unappreciated,
And now the vast highways
Of life lie before us,
Through shadows and mist we
Travel forth into unknown land,
With no stars to guide,
Nor any known tree, Nothing
Here which we have seen.
Too have grown old at such-
a young age,from need, necessity,
How the sins of the fathers,
Are the burdens of the sons,
Who shall pay this growing fee?
Why this penance you see is for you
And me. Oh, how to achieve faith
Before our world slips into glass,
To achieve hope, like a child,
At Christmas Mass.
It seems too often humanity
accepts its doom, to a slavery
Of fear, the Young and innocent
are the ones who suffer most.
Who shall pay, to absolve this
Heavenly wrath, peering through
A cracked looking glass. And all fades
To dusk,unavoidable, as anything-
Lost. For as any beauty it was
Transient, and quickly disappears,
Like this evening only memories
Accompanied by silently falling tears.
To smite down these gods,
Of vain agony, and our strength
Though small and unseen, is strong
Enough to lift mountains or in the
Least bring justice to an impoverished
People, We must seek, my friends in love,
Unyielding to any force of
Greed, and corruption, and hate,
To become that, which makes men great!
Now let us seize that heart of Olympic
Flame. A heroic people of history and name,
Returning us back from whence we came,
For dust to dust, A child and man,
Is but a minute from the same
1 comment:
I like where you went with this poem. It sounds like something that our first father Adam would have spoken. It screams a bit of remorse; from both a single soul but also seems to include all of humanity. I liked how you represented the passing of time using a child to man transition, early in the poem and then you revisited it at the end of the poem...'for dust to dust, A child and a man, is but a minute from the same' a sobering realization. In totality this poem sumarizes our weaknesses as human;it recognizes we have fallen, it displays the essence of time; but most importantly, it reveals a secret desire to transition from the fallen back to a man of greatness. Greatness, as defined in the poem, sanctified "Unyielding to any force."
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