No Point

Samurais got the point
They lived in Temples, praying words
That slithered up the highest point
Loving nature with their words
Relating to the trees and birds
Loving in their daily lives
Only fighting for their lives
Samurais got the point

An orphan got the point
Living on the crumby streets
Living at the lowest point
Eating off the crumby streets
Kindly asks all those he meets
Knowing values in one's self
Try to make something from one's self
An orphan got the point

The Chief's Son got the point
Loving creatures as he leads
Travelling plains without a point
His father's people that he leads
Knowing not Earth's growing greeds
Even though his father died
Before the buffalo bull had died
The Chief's son got the point

We don't get the point
Living in our cozy mind
Free from dangerous deadly point
And we don't seem to mind
All the horrors we don't find
And though our inner strength can roar
We can choose to simply ignore
Because we don't get the point





Poetry by weirdzarun
Read 397 times
Written on 2006-12-09 at 08:06

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