Another spur-of-the-moment poem...

Isn't it Beautiful?
The way the smoke billows, and smothers the light?
The way the sound of roaring engines and shouted curses eliminates the silence?
And the stench of death as it creeps through the alleys.
Isn't it beautiful?

Isn't it Wonderful?
The way we can live in blissful ignorance of that around us?
The way we block out the cries of motherless children, of weeping women, and dying men, in countries far away?
And not even hear the thundering sounds of war in the distance.
Isn't it wonderful?

Though the disease-ridden wail,
And the beggars plead,
Do we really hear their cries?
Their horrific cries?
No.
And it's marvelous.

And, unfortunately, it's true. Feel free to tell me what you think.
Unknown "one half person" Cheeky - 16 years, 9 months, 7 days ago

A poem kind of came to my mind, so I thought I'd share it.

The Eagle

Swooping, soaring, gliding, flying,
You tear across the cyan sky.
Shredding the clouds, and
Flashing golden feathers
For the sun to see

Calling, screaming, scorning, mocking,
You challenge your rival for the throne.
For the rule of the land, and
The shining bride
That calls desperately your way.

Slashing, diving, ripping, dodging,
You chase the rival away.
Triumphant and strong,
You claim your throne
And the lovely maiden as well.

Loving, caring, feeding, crooning,
You treat your new-found mate.
The sun shines bright,
Upon a youthful life
And the Eagle proudly cries.

Dumb, I know, and it doesn't even rhyme, but whatever. xP
Unknown "one half person" Cheeky - 16 years, 9 months, 16 days ago