Michael Sumpter

Rookie (12/14/1994 / Connecticut)

Blood - Poem by Michael Sumpter

Blood. The vital principle; life, but what is it?
A symbol of power?
A symbol of life?
A symbol of evil?
Taken from these angles
Wars have been fought
Massacres have been written
Descrinination flows freely

Blood is spilt when standards are not met
Blood is divine once the crown has been set

Blood is feared
Blood is beaten
Blood is revered
Blood is life
Blood is fate

Why is blood divided? Why is blood not pure?
Blood is the reason people fight
Blood is carnal lust that will not hinder
Blood makes things happen

It is not pure or clean
It is sin and foul
It is the puppet master
It is the begining

Blood is nurtured by its host
Blood craves more from it's host

Blood is Love
Blood is Strife
Blood is Life


Comments about Blood by Michael Sumpter

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 20, 2009


[Hata Bildir]