Cold nights might be better than regret
Over the love and rights
Choices were made
But perfection never comes close.
The ashes of anarchy are never PEACE.
Demanding for peace, is like demanding for a war to end. With one voice it just don't happen. A thousand hearts scream it every day. As if it's last breath breathing. As if a demon is inflicting unending suffering upon them. Still they won't quit or be silenced. The echo's of the forgotten. A sound that continues to bonce off wall after wall. With no one listening. A poet's worse enemy. The silence in which he speaks. As if to say your but fool wasting your time. Abandon are your rhymes. Hollow are their meanings. You won't help anyone. With spirits un-lifted. And dreams denied. It becomes just another part of a faded sunset. Thanks for the inspiring poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sadly since we were apes we have been clubbing each other ever since and peace has never reigned supreme ever only ash of hate..your poem fits all this so well++++10...regards