Humankind

Here I go again,
meandering thoughts.
That makes me drained,
no real time to explain.

Nighttime has,
come around again.
Beetles and birds,
are in their beds

The rain has washed,
the world tonight.
Here's hoping humankind,
will treat it right.

It feels to me to be a sin,
when they don't realise.
The fragility of the world,
that we all live in.

It gives us joys,
we give it sorrow.
Why not drop the bombs,
that way we can live our days,
Not worrying about tomorrow's.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-09-15 at 00:21

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jane67
The rain has washed the world tonight

I love this :)
2026-09-16


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
My generation thought the bomb would drop any time. All those apocalyptical movies that never came about. Treating the world better should be higher on the list of thing we should do. It sounds like you are tired Alan. Your work is always a good read though.
2026-09-15


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
The washing and the hope bring in thoughts of resets and second chances, but for how long and when will humankind wake up to itself? 🙏🏻🕊️
2026-09-15