NOR dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone —
Man has created death.
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Interesting poem, don't know if I quite get what this one is really saying, but I do have to agree that man has created death, man has brought destruction upon himself. A brilliantly penned piece.......
sanity.
Edited on Jun 04, 5:21 p.m. because ''.
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