Poems ✍️

Cry out, scream, regurgitate
that longing for a world of peace.
We'll die, rise up, come back again,
and observe violence has yet to cease.
How long does it take for a conscious mind,
to look beyond, reaching out to the great divine.

We are forced in a pool of the strangest land,
due to deceit, disobedience and that evil hand.
But! the closed mind most humans hold
withers and dies in life's deathly mould.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Oct.13/2015