So I’ve mentioned in my first post that I am an amateur poet. Amateur being the key word here.
I wrote a series of poems from about the age of 23 through to 29. I haven’t written any since but I looked over this series the other day.
The first thing I noticed is that they aren’t quite as good as I once thought they were. But hey, this is Memoirs of the Mind – and that is where these poems came from. So I present them to you.
I formed the poem’s into a book called Beauty and Disruption.
This series follows a journey. The journey from the beginnings of a young, happy and naive youth, through the downfall of a stage lost in grief and self pity, and eventually out the other side.
I wrote this piece when I was once again, very young.
Once again it is quite naive.
But the essence of it is still there.
Senseless war over religious beliefs formed centuries ago.
Beliefs that haven’t evolved with the times.
People acting based on a set of rules written (by men not Gods) for a different time.
Age old hatreds that cant be healed.
The scourge of humanity as a race.
The Achilles heel of humanity’s progress.
We are all made the same.
Yet we are divided.
TO THE FOOLS WHO FIGHT OVER BETHLEHEM
(and other feeble wars)
It was them who started it,
hundreds of years ago.
To solve this bitter feud,
there’s only one way we know.
We’ll kill them in their masses,
but we’ll still have nothing to show.
We’ll persist with our acts of revenge,
because our honour we must uphold.
We’ll bring our children up,
rage burning in their eyes.
We’ll teach them how to hate,
who we don’t know but we despise.
We know our God is proud,
as we send them away with pride.
To strike back again and again,
with random acts of suicide.
Well I ask you this !
What are you fighting for?
Your innocence is denied.
Fighting your feeble war,
killing through someone else’s eyes!
Is there nothing you both deplore,
more than a compromise?
Is it that easy to ignore
your children’s tortured cries?
Yes I know that I have it easy
and I know I shouldn’t judge
I know that I should feel pity,
but I only feel disgust.
I know what your answers are
and neither of them I trust,
when it always comes back to
“it was them it wasn’t us”.
You don’t believe in the peace,
that you’ve so often discussed.
You’ll kill each-other forever
and continue to make a fuss.
Because your both the FUCKING SAME
AND YOU BOTH DON’T GIVE A FUCK!