Kenneth Winstanley

The Cowards Of The World - Poem by Kenneth Winstanley

Today Isit with a heavy heart, of all the strife that is shown,
Trouble of the world today is gathered like a rolling stone.
All of this is done for control of other people's lives,
For the one's that feel so inadequate with-in their lies,
Of things that they are unable to accomplish on their own,
They utilise others to bring them what they have sown.

The strength that they getfrom having others do,
Is cruel and unjust, part of mankind that repeats.
For to have the power to manipulate the lesser man,
That he absorbs each time his acts are complete.
So now this is where the coward with him stands,
How do we know that he is the one who is incomplete?

He is the one who sprouts religion of hate and death,
Not the religion that is spoken of love, caring and health.
To be promised things on the earthly plane after the deed,
But when your deed is done, no more able to pleed,
For your body does no more survive what you have done.
How can the foolish believe what is preached under the dome.

What is a coward? One that foolishly listen to the gabble,
One that obsorbs and does their wishes of the rabble.
They believe the impossible of our earthly plane,
And look at what they will in their eyes obtain.
But when the total outcome has reached them on after,
Will be that one and all at our end, will be as one for ever-after.

Topic(s) of this poem: friendship

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, August 1, 2014

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