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A Poem by michaelgallatin


Author: michaelgallatin
Created: December 27, 2017 at 07:18 pm
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: Despair | History | Non Fiction
Upload Stats: 4.66 Stars by 3 users with 3 comments and 83 views

Spoiled Children  

The world goes onward madly
on a course headed to oblivion.
With all the sides of the fighting
showing not a thought of giving in.

Stubborn and stupid warriors
seemingly dedicated to their cause.
So the blood just keeps on spilling
as it has no chance to pause.

At no minute does the warfare stop
and never does the killing cease.
When will we finally understand
that we don't spare the time for peace?

And in our excess of insane hubris
we are abusing our free will.
For what good is this gift from God
if we use it most to kill?

As Earth spins forever in its orbit
in the infinity of Space.
We act like spoiled children
with mad glee upon each face.

Michael "Lord Help Us!" Gallatin




© michaelgallatin - all rights reserved

Author Notes


Another poem regarding the sad plight of Mankind and don't get me going on the idea of "free will". Why don't we just hand all of our toddlers Uzis to play with friends? Really?


 
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taylor12
December 30, 2017
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For time ever on this madness will continue. Leon Uris wrote a novel called "The Haj" and it was spectacular. I can't remember the time it was to have taken place but it was a book written by a very smart Jew about and between Arabs and Jews. This hatred has been going on forever and in my short life I see nothing but the escalation of hate and hostility. People today have no idea of the sacrifices made by the Jews to make life better for the Arabs living in and around Israel. If you doubt me for one second feel free to find out for yourself. Even after all that is done for the Arabs they continue to hurl rockets at Israel day after day, these Arab Hezbollah train their children from tender ages to hate and learn how to murder the Jews. The trouble is that they have no idea what is real or not.
It is the same with the African child soldiers. they are given weapons at 8 years old and shown how to hate murder, rap and maim, all without feeling anything. It is said they are given Kut an mind numbing drug. There has been war as long as this planet has been spinning and it is a sad state of affairs. As long as we have imbeciles such a our North Korean nut bag there will continue to be blood loss for no good reason whatsoever.
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EdwinBozie
December 28, 2017
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Thought provoking!
A very powerful poem. Aside from its musical quality which I have noted that most of your poems have, it is another poem worthy of reflection. You make good point regarding all the strife and mostly self inflicted harm we cause ourselves. We do indeed act a lot like spoiled children but I suppose it's because we're not really that good at nursing our wounds.


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kitty
December 28, 2017
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Sign of the times!
'Lord help us indeed! So noticable in this day and age are the 'free range' in a very permissive society. Everything that once went against good morals has gone to 'pot'. . . right from the very top. A time of plenty - for some and scarcely anything for the needy. How balanced are the scales. Profound piece Michael
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