The Foureyed Poet
From the mountain top I could observe
countries of the world before my eyes
seeing the lands being purged destroyed
people forever in turmoil of dread and fear
always in tribal disputes nations divided
cultures dismantled no assistance provided!
Looking down helpless to offer any assistance
only observe the horrors below my gaze
misery and squalor caused by their own hands
to live in harmony and peace just words spoken
atmosphere filled with the stench of decay
unless together it would stay this way!
Surely man creates his own folly and eradication
unless each faction can work together
those from the countries must themselves reunite
as outside interference causes conflict
by the big nations who forge their own dogma
when the backlash severely goes too far!
The Foureyed Poet.
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