Upon the scribbled pages of an oyster’s shell
There lie, on weight the scars of yester years;
Borne ashore a sea urchin belle, spherical to nation
Whose spines blacken by fragments of thunder?
Flotsam and jetsam of war curl the eyes’ views.
O sweet child, you’re the living mirror of the radicals,
Once victim, now hunger for revenge!
Your spines, so poisonous – a terrorist in you grew.
Flotsam and jetsam of war curl the eyes’ views. O sweet child, you’re the living mirror of the radicals, Once victim, now hunger for revenge! Your spines, so poisonous – a terrorist in you grew. greatttt... its really a sweet and fantastic way written poem..yea love is the best way to deal wit...not terror and power to use..thats why I say that a friendly smile is better weapon to fight..to capture hearts with love..as you mentioned here..loved it 10/10
Wow, I almost forgot what real poetry was like. Thanks for this..could read this one a thousand times and never grow tired.(smile)
Sufferings in life make even innocent ones revolt to get justice in the world! Nice point!
Poetic all the way through and made a fantastic read Catrina - - loved the final line and the punch at the end - - 'a terrorist in you grew'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well nice wording in this piece fine and poetic