Circle of Blood
By Linrose
Fossils of Earth hold blood of our fathers, Archaic reminders of mankind’s past, When man and beast hunted each other, And lust for war was spreading fast. Centuries gone by, mankind changed little, Unable to solve life’s simple riddle; Primeval tribes did hold a clue, Shared their knowledge with those they knew. Our humble dwellings, in time, have evolved, Yet glass and steel have never dissolved the curse of war, humanity’s legacy, While salvation for all remains a heresy. Some heroes appear in pockets of time, Their words nor actions have reason or rhyme for many whose lives are shrouded in darkness, Not wishing to be weaned from cycles of harshness. Insanity mounts with each passing decade, Ancient warnings now echo, “Stand guard, be afraid”; Our dear mother, Earth, gasps in revulsion, As her children assault her with all forms of explosion. As history repeats itself over and over, Doves of peace and love, from a distance, hover; Awaiting to see if another Great Flood, Is Destiny, full circle, ending the circle of blood. Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 08:25 AM PST 0 • 9
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