What a tragic accident the human history faced?
Forefathers abandon their fruitful cultivation and the new generation too not so eager to hold the bare lands.
A tree grows silently and gives the shade
But they cut the branches and make swords & shields.
Human create the war, injustice, oppression and suffering.
But the time has shown them the hideous life runs from bad to worse.
* St.Patrick's day, I got a deep breath into my patchy lungs while thinking of the fraud which plays in the mischievous life.
Wishing you the luck of the Irish and a happier tomorrow. You speak the truth, but we must keep hope alive.10, as always. Warm regards, Sandra
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You're right, sometimes the future looks bleak - that is until you speak to ordinary young people with boldness in their hearts. Cheer up Nimal. With poets like you to spread the word, consciences will be pricked. A wise and wonderful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥