Cheryl Griffith

Rookie - 67 Points (January 2nd 1966 / San Fernando Trinidad and Tobago)

A Season Of Guns And Blood - Poem by Cheryl Griffith

It's a season of guns and blood
Cruelty hides under white hoods
Oh some praying will be wise
To stir our faith and slow demise
But faith dries like fire wood
It's a season of guns and blood

We once walked paradise road
Memory eases not the load
Our sunken hearts now lost for words
It's a season of guns and blood

Justice here once stood
Now violence rises like a flood
A hope lays back and takes a nod
While we sit by and chew our cuds
And wobble through our daily mud
It's a season of guns and blood

Topic(s) of this poem: violence

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is part two to 'Season of Violence' I advise you read Season of Violence first. These two poems speak of the cruelty and violence we face in the world and the society we live in. It highlights the terror and inhumanity we display as human beings.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, September 5, 2014

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