Roger Harkness

Rookie - 20 Points (May 4,1959)

The After Life - Poem by Roger Harkness

I'm dreaming of butchers on their knees
Abusers and Accusers down and out in the gutters
While the caring, shy and meek have wings and fly

Nobody is hungry
Nobody tired
None hurt

Beauty is loved and worshiped
not used and tossed out

I'm dreaming of the after life
That place Atheist mock
You gonna be there some day
Watch what you play

I'm dreaming of liars trying to explain
Powerful people to weak to stand
serving those who never found time to rest

Nobody is called names
Nobody in chains
None is slave

The small is built up
while the tall steps down

I'm dreaming of the after life
That place Atheist mock
You'll find yourself there some day
Watch what you play

I'm dreaming of selfish people without
Those who know it all loose their mind
While answers for questions are found all around

Nobody is owned
Nobody belongs
No one is lonely

Trees never loose a branch
and every egg will hatch

I'm dreaming of the after life
That place Atheist mock
I'm gonna see you there someday
Watch what you play

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 16, 2010



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