'' Death Can'T Be Undone '' Poem by Bri Mar

'' Death Can'T Be Undone ''

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The most intelligent on Earth,
For what I don't know,
Of facts there's a dearth,
What's this intelligence we show.

Medical treatments mean life,
Can last much longer,
One cut with a knife,
Can make one grow stronger.

Medicines and advancements,
Mean all sorts of cures,
A life with enhancements,
Is what it ensures?

It's a fact of our living,
That since our arrival,
We've became unforgiving,
Forgotten about survival.

For thousands of years,
A solution has been sought,
To end all our tears,
That still leaves us fraught.

But up to this day,
We've shown we're not willing,
Still saying no way,
To end wars that are killing.

Politicians are fools,
They start futile disputes,
We follow their rules,
By becoming their recruits.

Wars mean death,
That is its name,
Taking someone's last breath,
Without feeling shame?

Intelligence is lacking,
When we're butchering others,
Let's give our backing,
To our sisters and brothers.

Nobody ever wins,
Apart from politicians,
The reward for their sins,
Even better conditions.

The power is ours,
Our fight can be won,
Despite us laying flowers,

‘' Death Can't Be Undone ‘'

Thursday, December 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: war and peace
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 25 December 2014

It's a fact of our living, Yes, I agree with every single word of this poem. For thousands of years, the common man has been the worst sufferer and the hapless observer of the machinations of politicians or the power that be. Great poem.

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Edward Kofi Louis 25 December 2014

Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.

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