A World Is Torn Upside Down Poem by Gerry Legister

I am in your arms beneath the shinning moon,
Charmed into wild storms of fatigue and intrigue,
While loneliness invades the world with gloom,
Earth weeps in the shades it has sown with grief.
God guides words design to chasten our hearts,
Come free from heaven the showers we need,
Wash clean on seraphs wings the guardians imparts,
Defeat in parts only, some strong demons concede.

The world is torn in two divisions, good and evil
Trying to be the masters, but who wins the prizes? |
we are caught between realms as a traveling vehicle
People are torn between the choices of lovers.
Fabrics are fraying; decadent society falling into magic
the tragic look of gloom become daily sentiments.
Observed how everyone is waiting for another trick,
Not seeing the voids of relations in the continents.

We find grace and mercy, with harmony they share
So in your arms, I do not fear darkness in the cold,
For I have received your love, and feel well secure,
A paradox opposite the world has made it into gold.
Amidst natural disasters we find strength to cope,
Few sweet melodies rose from the life we are living,
Answering the call from many souls seeking hope,
Sharing and giving where emptiness is unforgiving.