Saturday, 5 December 2015

Man

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I smell blood

Everywhere

Mother Earth is bleeding profusely

So are Her children

 

I hear the frightening footsteps

Of the Frankenstein Monster

All over the world

Squashing Beauty under feet

 

My food is salty, wet

With tears of our farmers

Who are crushed and crunched

With iron teeth of debt

 

I see the violent rage

Of El Nino

Drowning Chennai

 

Yet

Despite all this

 

My hand

Craves that soft touch

Of the Babe of Light

Our future Man

 

Who will be

A Man

 

A true Human

 


Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

26 comments:

  1. So hard to be optimistic and hopeful in these situations.,,yet one must..that's the only way.

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  2. Oh I love that hopefulness.. Lovely if all that bleeding could be stopped..

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  3. Sadly mankind has become quite irrational about survival and seem almost content that disaster will occur somewhere but that's good money can be made from fixing it while he continues to destroy his world elsewhere. If only politicians represented the people rather than big business.

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  4. oh the hope is deep and sincere, luv this

    have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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  5. hopefully, collectively, the world will come to its senses. but it may take a real big disaster for that.

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  6. Let's hope the next generation both inherits the earth and knows how to treat it - and each other - more wisely and kindly..

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  7. With iron teeth of debt...

    Such a poignant image here.. full of tragic truth.
    Beautifully executed.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  8. And, I do wonder if / when if he comes we will recognize him!

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  9. This is a breath of fresh air and warm light! May the gloom of today never blur the glory to come.

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  10. Despite, because of ... I am under the spell f this poem. I am posting it for my friends to read.

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  11. At this time of blood and darkness, there has to be hope in the future of man.

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  12. Oh that faith, that note of hope, at the end, just lifts my heart up, Sumana. Bless you. The world needs such faith.

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  13. What a great poem. I love how hopeful this is... and especially that line, "With iron teeth of death."

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  14. I saw something, can't remember where. Someone asked the earth, where does it hurt? And the answer came: everwhere. I think we will certainly recognize Him when He comes - full of light and joy for us all.

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  15. There is always room and a place for hope. Hope is a candle burning, let's hope its light fills the world.

    Elizabeth

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  16. Achingly sad. A poignant rendering ... that speaks to the solace that one can fine ... in hope. Lovely.

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  17. Let us hope that the future will be infinitely better for our coming generations. I like how you end with a flicker of hope.

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  18. There is always Hope. Let's hope that humankind evolved quickly enough to embrace it.

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  19. ah the light of a very dark world Sumana - there is the smell of hope in your lines beyond the blood

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  20. Yes, this world has a hemorrhage. But, your poem recognizes there is healing to come.

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  21. So hopeful...but maybe not for a while, we have so much to learn.

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  22. Maybe one day man will get it right, hopefully there will be something and someone left when it comes

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