A Thing of Beauty Is A Joy Forever
John Keats
I
Beauty is joyful
Is Joy only in nature ?
flowers reflect love,
Love makes us joyous
True love is rare, never found
Beauty? Ever present
If you look around
Truth makes the world happier
Then hate is drowned.
II
Why time stops still
the killer finds the kill
so suddenly coming?
why sharp is the strike
cutting like a knife
leaving us bleeding?
why common places
are becoming Senlac?
why life is a racetrack?
who is fighting for what
and for what winning?
this was not said by
Our Lord so Loving
why we dig but graves to fill?
On top of the High Hill, do you
see Proud Lucifer smiling ?
My heart with fear trembling
cannot for a moment be calm and still
hearing shattered glass and bullets shrill
Another blast another attack-
screams cries blood spilling
why death is brutal and erlking
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