Fallen Rain

Look at this before you. The blood. Crimson and black as ever. The war of blood you have caused. Beheld your own creation as it spills across your own hands. The souls of those who had no chance of life. The people who had no chance of life or a future. Look across the blacken earth. We no longer can hear the voice of guidance through the world. I have no choice but to disagree. Disagree everything with war. The lives that have been lost. The country that was a capital of magic is now destroyed. Lives have been lost! The records of our people. The hopes, dreams, and love has now been lost.
Stop, I beg of you.
Stop, I beg of you,
For the morning due.
The morning due of the new lives created everyday.
What ever happened to the people that you cared about.
Just because they are human it does not matter.
We are all human but I beg you to stop.
Stop this under the poring rain.
Stop this under all the pain.
Stop!
I want peace
Bring back the golden fleece.
Please.
Hear my voice among the crowd.
Hear my cry to you.
A plea of peace.
Monday, October 22, 2007
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Craig Steiger 22 October 2007
thanks for this wonderful poem CS
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