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Then and now

Lost in thoughts i walk and walk,

walked my days in a shell of shock.

Things around are not the same,

life has become a guessing game.



World of man had peace and charm,

Love and happniess a pastured farm.

The esscence of love was in the air,

we could hardly find a doctrinaire.



Weapons were made to protect and feed,

not to watch - people weep and bleed,

Greed and jealousy grew and grew,

like lacy foilage of meadow rue.



Time has past and the world is sad

people have changed to raving mad

Here we are just take a look,

the world today a disaster book.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The thought of whats happening in todays world is sad, everyday when i read the news paper or switch on the television all i see is blood shed and disasters ..... This is not the world i used to live in and have heard about .... anyways This poem is just a passing thought , so i just put it on paper

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last updated 10 October 2010 - 9:09pm
©17 August 2006 - 7:59pm — aciddust
18 August 2006 - 3:11pm — Jacquie Watts (not verified)
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Hi Joshua! Thanks for the comment on "Her." At first, while I was writing this poem, I really wasn't sure what meaning I was trying to get across. And then, when I was finished, I wasn't sure if I even got said point across. *Chuckles* Glad that someone seems to get it! :)

I really like this poem! But more so, I love the third stanza, lines 9-10. I never really connected the thought that, in reality, weapons were meant for survival. It's interesting how you combinded the violence of today with the basic survival of long ago. Really---Awesome work!!