While Love Is Left To Dreaming Poem by keith Durante

Wild and wicked, the world ever seeming,
while love is left to dreaming,
tempest of ill winds and merciless bombs,
such fury that only exhaustion calms,

what statesman will stand and deliver,
the innocent blood that stains the river,
in the name of holy, walking tall and pious,
swift is the rage that ties and binds us;

in secret or proud, war is a terror,
the reasons why are all human error,
boldly you dare to name your cause,
while heaven listens in silent pause;

hold fast the scoundrel lost in vanity,
his needs a plague upon humanity,
and though the world is frought protesting
the vein harbor secrets that need protecting;

they endevour to employ a kingdom come,
rewarding the loyal a King's ransom,
secure that the world continue screaming,
while love is left to dreaming...