It is Time

by Mustardhart   Oct 27, 2004


Once stood condemned
Lacking the faith to go on
Living each day but for death

Once tons of tripe ruled
Lies gained it's cool ground
And truth was left to die

The clouds are gathering
Drums of aggression ceased
Standing now a victor, but scarred

Tis time to cease my musing
Time to nurse and clean act
Time to die, then live

Time that things be changed
Time to live well and right
Click the button and unsubscribe.

(c) Gagman Cleopas

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 20 years ago

    by Hannah

    good poem! Thanks for your notes! And I believe it was you who voted for a few of my poems so thanks! I will return then favor!

  • 20 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    Whoa.. awesome poem! :) I loved it! Keep it up and take care!

  • 20 years ago

    by Mustardhart

    Thank you Hullo for the compliment. The it was a typing error, it was meant to be "it's" i have corrected that. Hope it makes sense now.

Read All Comments (3)

More Poems By Mustardhart