Monday, January 19, 2009

Human (Poem)

I wrote this a while back in a rush.  But I really enjoyed it.


It's the only weapon,
that allows those to cry in peace,
bleed at ease,
harm yet please.

Causes the wrathful to weep,
the dead to breathe,
the restful to sleep.

Brings joy to the dying,
laughter to the crying,
truth to the lying.

Brings miracles to the faithless,
resentment to the faithful,
answers to the confused.

Causes the blind to see,
the deaf to hear,
the lame to dance,
the child to mature,
the elder to reflect,
the dictator to regret.

Music is what allows the man to be human.

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