Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

In his name

Children of fire and ice

See how you lost your way

For your dreams evil

Always  a price

Now listen,

What I have to say

In his name

We have canvassed such misery

It must cease

This rage on the land

Acid rain, just tears of a deity

Reaping the the east winds last stand

And for those who demand silver

In his name

Think hard on these things that you do

This idiot poet

May say all's a game

But life is an accounting

And my soul is stained too

This is the world

That we live in

Make no mistake

There was always a plan

And of this tired existence

choking in sin

Long dark is coming

YOU understand?       Hy

Request permission to use this poem
Written by
henry-yarbrough
American
Published
Jun 14, 2013
Lines·Words
27·122
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell henry-yarbrough how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write