.....The Grim Reapers Of Death Poem by Ken e Hall
.....The Grim Reapers Of Death
The grim reaper of revenge and death
Reaps the heads of life
Until no breath,
The hate of religous faiths
Inspires its selves to melt
Their own souls to fall
Into a quagmire of death.
The grim reaper steps
On the stones of love
Covered with the mask of hate
To hide from the Gods above,
Sticks and stones of words
God help mankind to stop this madness,
Every soul to help to pour away
This cocktail of reapers and revenge,
OR THERE WILL BE NO MANKIND!
Amen to what Valsa George said below. She hit the nail on the head.
Simply a great write, an outcry to God to save us from our madness. Thanks
clear and matter-of-fact account of a grim reality.. sort of universal madness.. but Life's hard and often unjust, also because We Human beings - after so much time into 'evolution' - are still an imperfect result of the.. Big Bang.. ;) THanks for sharing, K e H
Violence and cruelty, that too in the name of God and religion have become so rampant today! Unless man stops this brutality, there is no escape for mankind! The wailing of a sensitive soul, I hear in these lines! Great write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 5:53:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thought provoking, a little frightening but so well penned. Thank you Ken