Treasure Island

Ryan Brodesser

(9/16/1994 / California)

Keys


When God created the earth

it was with samaritan intent

We would all be happy as it should. We would all repent

Happiness among man, that was the plan, if only it would work

But now, God has packed to leave, so I believe

and thus, has handed over the keys.


Bombing, shooting, robbing and lying

War mortalities, and hostilities rising at an alarming rate

No regrets, only anger and hate

piling up our dead for the wives and children to grieve

Our trusts, hopes and love

humanity is on it’s knees


We have no faith

no decency or affection

Children die, and bullets fly in every direction

in disturbed countries that have yet to find peace

The bloody violence may never cease

Please God, take back the keys

Submitted: Saturday, March 01, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

There is so much suffering out there. Stop the violence! Swords into plows! Please R and R!

Comments about this poem (Keys by Ryan Brodesser )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Waiting for unknown, sultan mahmud
  2. SYNC 10 WORD, Beryl Dov
  3. First meeting, Kristopher DeLander
  4. Hope, Kristopher DeLander
  5. Silence Is A Beauty To Endure, Monk E. Biz
  6. Home, Kindred velarde
  7. Why? Why? Why?, Praghyanjali Pal
  8. I Cannot At Will Summon The Tone Of Beauty, Shalom Freedman
  9. O, God, Neela Nath
  10. The Seed of Greatness, Silas Egbowon

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson


The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]