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Galapagos
Contributed by
Tzeck
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Monday, 18th November 2013 @ 08:57:18 PM in AEST
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InspirationalPoems
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Walking through the ashes of civilization
As it was known a million years ago
When people ruled and crushed the world
Creating needless guns just for fun
And killing each other on the run
Brushing aside all their pains
Making and destroying chains
With nothing but their big and mighty brains
Seeing nature’s bowing to its children
Crying blood from wounds of growth
Metal rain of human’s madness
Squeezing slowly sap of Earth
But was it all this worth it
The horror that we’ve made
To live with and within
With no religion we’ve commit our mortal sin
Now there’re no guns, no wars, no pain
No prejudice, no envy and no shame
People everywhere are all the same
And nothing else around to blame
No hands to make implements of fight
No brains to take minds off of life
Now, a million years from then, we’ve paid the price
To find our much sought-after paradise
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Tzeck
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2013-11-18 20:57:18]
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Re: Galapagos
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 18th November 2013 @ 11:51:07 PM AEST
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That last stanza sounds like a dream world or a fantasy world. Wonder if we'll ever really make it. Lovely thoughts. Nicely done.
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Re: Galapagos
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by emystar on
Tuesday, 19th November 2013 @ 04:23:53 AM AEST
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Welcome to YPDC.
good writing.
Blessings,
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Re: Galapagos
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by Spike on
Tuesday, 19th November 2013 @ 05:59:41 AM AEST
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Indeed, sunning our back-to-the-sea bulks on rocks and laughing at farts still sounds a lot better than the misery we inflict on each other and ourselves as the so-called dominant species. Vonnegut is a prescient genius. I like these lines especially:
'Seeing nature’s bowing to its children
Crying blood from wounds of growth'
welcome to the hood,
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