Other Peep's Poetry

Still he lives

Truth, reality, honesty.

Scream from his words.

His pride shines through,

whlist surrounded by blind patriotism

he maintainted the reality

of death and bitterness

the futile slaying of youth

their eternity robbed

of life and meaning

senseless massacre

of those who were the future

only he could portray the obsurdity

as he wrote from life

his wounding

did not deter his brilliance

his words

from his anger

from reality

flowed until the end

yet still he lives

in the hearts of those

who could never see

the destruction of limb and soul

and he will still live

for his words

paint the picture

of death

Racism

Why is there the heartache deep within?

Why are people against others with dark skin?

Because of a single colour,

why are people at war?

Why does it mean a difference no matter what the law?

Speaking a different language,

should not be treated as a crime.

Why don't we make peace while there is still time?

It doesn't matter what race we are,

it's no reason to stare.

And if you think about it no racism is truly fair.

Angel's gift

Aching with longing

I bargin with angels

Who carry you to me by winds

Mysteriously cool

Out of the summer heat

My memory of those delicate angels

Has almost been burned away

By the brightness of their gift.

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