Analogous to Tower 7 Ameaning

Bronze Star - 2,471 Points (02/09/1978 / San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, CA)

The Moral Of All Stories - Poem by Analogous to Tower 7 Ameaning

Hey there, whats that aroma seeping on the people's skin from within
What wafts among their every follicle when goose bumps flair their hair
To where do those people's tears fall and what soaks the ground beneath their feet
How do they welcome guests or is every stranger an ominous danger
Which ways do they offer children as sacrifices to satisfy their vices
Can they laugh at decaying bodies, yearn for passionless conflict & only emulate stars
Hey! I say, we may ask the wisdom of this way
Know well though, it won't regress like a tsunami returning the shore
It's the crust of the Earth upon which all our life we built
The molten matter fast formed to resist time itself
Wraught from the battle fought in which the greatest victory is sought
Nay! Truth nor justice can even touch this trophy for which we burn
Good or evil, high or low, the greatest treasure is what we learn.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, December 16, 2013

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