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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
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One can only hope. Desperately.
ReplyDeleteSo hard to be optimistic and hopeful in these situations.,,yet one must..that's the only way.
ReplyDeleteOh I love that hopefulness.. Lovely if all that bleeding could be stopped..
ReplyDeleteSadly 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.
ReplyDeleteoh the hope is deep and sincere, luv this
ReplyDeletehave a nice Sunday
much love...
hopefully, collectively, the world will come to its senses. but it may take a real big disaster for that.
ReplyDeleteLet's hope the next generation both inherits the earth and knows how to treat it - and each other - more wisely and kindly..
ReplyDeleteMay it be so!
ReplyDeleteWith iron teeth of debt...
ReplyDeleteSuch a poignant image here.. full of tragic truth.
Beautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
And, I do wonder if / when if he comes we will recognize him!
ReplyDeleteThis is a breath of fresh air and warm light! May the gloom of today never blur the glory to come.
ReplyDeleteDespite, because of ... I am under the spell f this poem. I am posting it for my friends to read.
ReplyDeleteAt this time of blood and darkness, there has to be hope in the future of man.
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
Oh that faith, that note of hope, at the end, just lifts my heart up, Sumana. Bless you. The world needs such faith.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great poem. I love how hopeful this is... and especially that line, "With iron teeth of death."
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThere is always room and a place for hope. Hope is a candle burning, let's hope its light fills the world.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Hope reigns!
ReplyDeleteAchingly sad. A poignant rendering ... that speaks to the solace that one can fine ... in hope. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteLet us hope that the future will be infinitely better for our coming generations. I like how you end with a flicker of hope.
ReplyDeleteThere is always Hope. Let's hope that humankind evolved quickly enough to embrace it.
ReplyDeleteah the light of a very dark world Sumana - there is the smell of hope in your lines beyond the blood
ReplyDeleteYes, this world has a hemorrhage. But, your poem recognizes there is healing to come.
ReplyDeleteSo hopeful...but maybe not for a while, we have so much to learn.
ReplyDeleteHopefully the world can heal.
ReplyDeleteMaybe one day man will get it right, hopefully there will be something and someone left when it comes
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