Vision Ghost Poems
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A Bullet For The Child
Seems so everyday, that I turn my TV on of late
Such as it is we live in a world, that can’t tolerate
Another victim, and a cause of nothing but hate
Mother cries as her husband is missing, to his fate
A little child screams, from the agony of this war
Is it too much to ask, that we can’t seek forevermore
As I witness this I can feel my heart, become sore
A peace and simple comprehension, of a loving law
How much more, can we now be expected to take?
Is a young generation, so meaningless for your stake?
Of all the little coins gathered, and the profits ...
An Obligatory Autumn
Crushed leaves tempered, under my step, on the road of mystery
Drying vain of autumns passing, bring fall to textures beneath me
Candles align the corridor, of the indecisive, a chamber of fates mind
Options played, before me and the second hand dealt, in favoured kind
Grasp the tree and shake, for the forage of the fruitful, indulgence
A memory, of a the summer just gone, and the winds sit in silence
Cloaked and alone, whilst pondering on the reminiscent periods
Of the moments in time