deep within the soul of mankind lies a dark shadow one so evil even the angels tremble with fear he lies trapped in the recesses of the mind of mankind to let him free will destroy everything we know and value
man has always carried this entity locked securely away but there have been extreme times when this evil has escaped these times have caused us much anguish and terror to our minds to let him free will destroy everything we know and value
think about all the horror of history we have seen and known the demon within does exist know him and weep for he is us we have caused the horror that lives amongst us by letting go to let him free will destroy everything we know and value
he will soon be in control and at the helm of our future again like hitler hannibal stalin jack the ripper terrors of the mind can we live through horrors like that again do we really want that to let him free will destroy everything we know and value
do we dare let him free can we prevent another holocaust can we protect our world from ourselves do we care to even try thoughts to ponder just how important is this world and ourselves to let him free will destroy everything we know and value
History tends to repeat itself and the poem acts as a warning to be wary of mans weakness. I like the dark undertones and I'm wondering if this is the original structure of the poem. The third stanza is my favorite... "know him and weep for us". If it was my poem ...I would thin out the excess and tighten it up. I love omens.
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Mar 30, 2019 1:55:53 GMT -8
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.