The world has cried since the beginning of time
for in this world only the strong survive
of all the beasts that roamed the land man has always
wanted more
they say out of the first two brothers born
one was born to kill the other
a jealous fit over what the other had
a mark was put upon Cain
as Able was laid to rest
the wraith of Cain now wears many colors
but always in the end
the stories are the same
men fighting over what the other may or may not have
They go forth into battle in the name of their land
to take whatever they can
in an old city by the storied shores
they look to the mountains from which they know the gold
had come
the cry goes out the call to arms
the young men sharpen they'er swords
an march off to war
the old men sigh for they know of the lives that will be lost
in this war and the one to come
when the mountain people come to take it back
~ D Donner ~
3...2...1....BLASTOFF!!!
"...in an old city by the storied shores..." favorite line. There are two things I like about this poem One: it is not about a woman (stop laughing) and Two: You tackled Eden, impressssssive! There is the MIT guy in Cali who has slogan: "Go Fo What U Know". I guess that's Three. :D - Lady A
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