Marveled Brains - - Poem by Louie Levy
Thank wholiness, for whom probably feel that physical rest should only be for the elderly. Arriving at the biblical 'Sabbath' of life,
to that of where human mortals prematurely expire in Peace?
Are we to be considered, useless Seniors, grouped by whom
beholden of them selves are 'Worn-torn', having near wasting,
emaciated workless bodies? Statisticians falling prey to their
own predictions of expiring ill and living, ' Happily Ever After'?
Sofa comforted, TV cheering for the beastly brawn male, winning
teams, losers frown, becoming enemies, the while winners proceed
as braved victors for monetary awards and celebrity status.
The while all mal led robotic military, battle and die for Peace and
political free dumbness. This sad frowning WW ll veteran author,
placidly displease of such rhetoric. Having the self caring of aware-ness to survive and witness world stricken inhumanness. My having thus far, fortunately lived four score and near two years. Our failing, independence declaring forefathers, mostly all, whom had aged, had never succeeded in the retirement of War and the freedom of flawed religious doctrine
It is of my own insight to fore-mentor all youth, be they studious
and loving, caring and persevering, seeing their 'Glorious' birth
not wasted, and this awakening day being of the proverbial,
' Rest of Their Lives.'
Please join and not compete, help and not greed. For what had been
'Land' conquest, will have 'Earth' inevitably recover itself. Where
many prophets predict of near future Armageddon, youth will have
made better fortune for their only planet and family inhabitants
Take heed, we of many concerned elderly, we must wisely lead
all youth for a better path to Love, Happiness and Peace on Earth
A New World melody-Lyrically in harmony
Constitutionally written for all life upon Earth
Affirmed by that which, Love be integrity, hate and
prejudice defeated, empathy crowned brethren
9: 13 AM 4/22/2008
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