Gordon D Wilkinson Poems

Death comes on the silent horse
Rushing to the fore without distinction
Taking the tired
Grasping the unwary
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Blood spurts in profusion
Justice the illusion
Bodies ripped and torn
Frightened hiding so forlorn
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Terror in their souls
To break their will
Interrogations goals
Checking if they did kill
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Man leaps into the unknown
Ambassadors or would be conquerors
Checking in the extra terrestrials
Yet we are the aliens here
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What is unknown, causes fear
Irrational because we do not understand
What we fear we exterminate
Because we cannot bear the fear
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Explored to exhaustion
To be exhausted of its minerals
The explorer marks and collects
One more butterfly to the collection
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This heart awash with love
Unequivocally given without question
Accept for what it is
A mere token without condition
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Painting with the colours of the wind, is such a feat
The glowing fiery red of the deserts, furnace heat
Mellowing yellows of the autumn blow
White with the chilling of the blinding snow
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One look
A smile
Myriad of thoughts
Uncontrollable emotions
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