The Horsemen.
poem by:
Ab Intus
Written
on Sep 22, 2016
I am the famine that comes on the wind I am the plague that ate your heart, I am the hoax the world named love That tore your soul apart. Some call heads and some call tails The loaded dice, the trust that fails. Born with the short straw or maybe the long, A silver spoon or paupers want. Born in the shadows or maybe the sun, Not ours to choose which one. The haves rise up and the have-nots wait I lift my shaking hands to fate Then pick up my cards And stay poker faced Lest the world should see my disgrace There's rumours of war I hear them say, I only have one card left to play The ace of spades I give away To say to a world 'enough is enough' A world that eats itself for love.
Tags: love, faith, metaphor, dark, imagery,
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Rod Moffat commented:
Ab thanks for sharing your passionate take on contrasting emotions on reality that humanity may never master, that being true love practiced is the panacea of being.
