We have language,
We have art
Music, Poetry,
We're smart
So,
What do we do?
Attack others
Steal and plunder
Have wars,
Produce sadness
Destroy wonders
Invent arms,
Of annihilating
Thunder!
Instead of spreading
Love and Joy
We practice,
No Pity, no pity
None at all
Being, shamefully,
Selfish and
The Cruelest Creatures
Of them all.
A very incisive, powerful and perceptive write. An apt title too. Yes, the creatures of the dark deliver us to the arms of nothingness. A great poem woven with strong sentiments. The words are as sharp as the blade of a knife. On to my Poem List.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The message is loud and clear, dear Ma’am Sandra......10++++