Homework W/E 20/8/18 - A Bleak Outlook
Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2018 1:47 pm
A Bleak Outlook
In drink he strives to drown the thoughts, of tortured years gone by,
when wars had been the major cause that innocents must die.
No sense can now be made of conflicts wrought upon the earth,
by Despots who don’t give a damn - that’s all a child’s life’s worth.
It’s man who’s brought on all our ills though few can understand,
the lash of whip may scold and sear but love still rules the land.
It’s man’s to blame for bleaching bones from when time first begun,
and hasn’t learned through all those years to see the damage done.
He tries to shake his blackest thoughts; look back in time once more,
for surely there were better days he must have known before.
His mind drifts back to youthful days when outlooks were upbeat,
when there was beauty all around - the scent of dew so sweet.
In truth he knows there were no jewels along life’s paths once trod,
or maidens fair from days long gone in velvet slippers shod.
The sound of mocking laughter rings here loudly in his ears,
for evil now still stalks the world as journey’s end now nears.
© T.E. Piggott
In drink he strives to drown the thoughts, of tortured years gone by,
when wars had been the major cause that innocents must die.
No sense can now be made of conflicts wrought upon the earth,
by Despots who don’t give a damn - that’s all a child’s life’s worth.
It’s man who’s brought on all our ills though few can understand,
the lash of whip may scold and sear but love still rules the land.
It’s man’s to blame for bleaching bones from when time first begun,
and hasn’t learned through all those years to see the damage done.
He tries to shake his blackest thoughts; look back in time once more,
for surely there were better days he must have known before.
His mind drifts back to youthful days when outlooks were upbeat,
when there was beauty all around - the scent of dew so sweet.
In truth he knows there were no jewels along life’s paths once trod,
or maidens fair from days long gone in velvet slippers shod.
The sound of mocking laughter rings here loudly in his ears,
for evil now still stalks the world as journey’s end now nears.
© T.E. Piggott