In the long, mysterious History,
Of all Human Fallacies,
Thoughts and questions of our Drama,
Keep on pounding, haunting me.
Who, what are we on this planet?
Not explained by History,
Are we really the creation,
Of Something we cannot see?
We create, destroy and murder,
Lie, control politically,
We are always pushing further,
Where all innocence should be.
We are creatures born of darkness,
And a human mystery,
Love sometimes will light that darkness
Be Our only Victory.
Of our Drama! ! On earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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a human mystery, Love sometimes will light that darkness Be Our only Victory. love alone can bring us out of the darkness in which we are. so true dear poetess. tony