The souls of many men
have flown away
off to hide in the crisp
wildernesses of the world
- - - or, on wings of dollar bills,
pulling them up into the clouds
and dropping them to fall to their doom
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The artists and writers
-they see this...
and can only weep tears
of ink and paint
to nourish the Earth
-to give Humanity back it's soul.
We can but hope! Maybe the world's salvation lays with the artist and the poets?
Give humanity back it's soul. Wonderful. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful read. Thanks for sharing.