What strange creatures these
Dumb and chiseled faces see nought
Of Eden's beauty
Such superior ways
Drunk with wine and mad power
Human race of shame
They have stained this earth
Foreign being without soul
Winner for no cause
Cruel feckless wild beast
While we cower in hollows
Puzzled with strange fear
Where is tomorrow?
O for a luminous dawn
Without mankind's tread
Come quickly that day
When his fate is made lucid
Earth free once again
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It's coming quickly enough.
ReplyDeleteGrave warning, Robin.
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I like how the question changes the pace of the poem. It gives a clean break between a purely descriptive part of the poem and the active part expressing the desire of a different tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteAll the world is beautiful and only man is vile.
ReplyDeleteA beautifully written cascade of haiku ... I enjoyed reading this very much Robin.
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