Richard Allen Beevor

Bronze Star - 2,707 Points (23 March 1949 / London)

A Region Unknown To Man - Poem by Richard Allen Beevor

Deep without expression,
soul biting sorrow.
Hot, knife sharp,
tearing pain.
Self made,
shamefaced guilt.
Without comparison,
overwhelming joy.
Continuous, uncontrolled
Running, flying,
everlasting freedom.


Given time man will explore man
and find sorrow in all,
tearing their hearts,
eating away to hollow emptiness
and in that vacuum will come pain,
burning the flesh,
sharp pain to kill,
limitless where it may strike,
dragging men down into a pit of unending fear,
through this fear guilt will be shown
sin of the accused,
knowing they are not honest
and shamed await sentence,
behind bars of an individual cell
made for the guilt of crime,
those wallow in the pleasure
of making pain for others,
the innocent who find joy
at the end of torment,
when the guilty
are confined to hell,
then joy will bubble up
the well of being to become laughter,
from laughter will come
the happiness of living,
for all oppressed souls
now held in payment of love,
so laughter will overpower
all the hate within its way,
showing new light
that can lead to man's wholeness,
giving each person
a purpose to aim for,

Releasing notes of freedom
and in those notes
played on the pianos of time,
man shall realize
the mistake he overlooked,
then will begin
the age of freedom,
when all can go
wherever their hearts may please,
and when man at last
discovers this taste of freedom,
he will know that
all before went in vain,
then man shall cry.


Topic(s) of this poem: suffering

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