this was another one i wrote at the river, thinking about life pretty much


The Ends of the Earth

"Totalitarianism has discovered a means of dominating and terrorizing human beings from within"- Hannah Arendt

There is justice
there is pain
All this blinding purple rain

There are colours
Many truths
Fiddlers shuffling on the roofs

There are lights
across the bay
Blinking in a patterned way

There is concrete
there is stone
Flesh and skin surrounding bone

There is greed
A dreadful want
To keep on drinking from the font

There is water
lapping heels
Knowing how a sinner feels

There are hills
looming high
Knowing they won't reach the sky

There are tools
to be picked up
So we can together sup

There are chairs
to sit down on
Whilst we think how we are wrong

There are trees
to hold the earth
Keep the promise of rebirth

There are people
scattered round
Floating high up on a cloud

There are words
to tell of fear
To those refused to be drawn near

There is strength
to push through walls
Crying as the whole world falls




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-20 at 08:10

Tags Pain  Hope 

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