Nightmare Inner Vision Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Nightmare Inner Vision
Dark birds gather at my grave
Trying to unearth the remains of my defeat;
The hills bleed with disease,
No one will survive;
All the dreamless eyes
Are cold pools of cruelty
That plot brotherly demise,
And everyone collects
Battlefield coins
From the disrespected dead.
Ministers of the perverse
Pay allegiance to pornographic plans
To destroy innocence and decency,
Create a serfdom of the damned!
Even flowers innocently placed
In young girls’ hair,
Turn into razor blades
Slitting the wrists of love.
Human beings will become
Biblically desperate and vicious
Until there is nothing left
But rocks and stony crags
Too frightened to cover this species.
The hills bleed with disease, no one will survive it.' What a chilling line. And, a very stirring poem.
this gave me goosebumps! i'ld like to have faith in people, even in a small percentage of them.. but our world is going through a tough period! great write HBH
Uriah...Very good, my friend. Mary said it all better than I can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The flowers turning to razorblades.........wow, that's an image that will stay with me. Very dark Uriah. Very good (of course) but definately intense. Sincerely, Mary