2010, we hold hands, praying
Massacre and suicide bombing
Will not be the new screenplay
For the live audience, at bay
Economic uprising would be the hope
For many around the globe
Putting food on the table
Shouldn’t be a gamble
The hole in the sky
Is the key to the word, die
Unless we resolve the cause
At all costs
Black, color and white
The pride of humanities world wide
Nothing is above God
Race supremacy should be left to rot
Politicians and terrorists
Are the naked bliss
The true blessing in disguise
The sweet and bitter pies
Should we roam into this New Year?
To taste more bloodshed and sizzling tear
Or to embrace the blue horizon
Without pain, sorrow or burden
2010, please give us the luxuries
To live another day without worries
The old road was so rough
The going is so tough
Think about the children for instance
Growing up is like walking the distance
Stumble and fall in the midway
Life is dark and gray
They say religion is the marker
For worst or better
To kill is to feel
The sin, right beneath the heel
Fanatic or not
Suicide or plot
Satan and demon
Would galvanize in turn
Say hello to the New Year
Smile from ear to ear
Dream and dream and make believe
For the world to achieve
You say it all lets hope this new comes along with the things longed for.A beautifl piece for a new start.
Nice rhyme scheme, just don't focus so much on rhyming and more on the overall idea of the poem.
A nice way to start again..i like the style of ur entrance and ur poem. Keep going.. :)
Your thoughts in this poem are deemed worthy to ponder, and in this world of uncertainties is an inspiration. Blessings, Connie
Dream and dream and make believe For the world to achieve . . Be heavenly!
aabb good rhyming. the ideas and thoughts are good and have deep message. good come back.
i liked the message this poem bring up to make us all to think about our way of life...
Welcome back, Sulaiman, and Happy New Year. Humanity deserves better and you said it just perfectly. '10! ' Many Warm Wishes, Marilyn
An excellent poetic performance. Encore, Suliaman! Warm wishes for a very creative 2010. Always, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Growing up is like walking the distance Stumble and fall in the midway Life is dark and gray loved it.awsome work