God's Panoramic View

God's Panoramic View

A Poem by Frank F. Atanacio
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From The End of Days Collection

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Enemies are bound to return fire,

heading for the hills, higher and higher,

taking cover, while blood stains the grounds,

women and children always in considerate danger,

battles, blind them, rob them, and make them useless casualties,

they continue fighting into the night, and no one seems to tire,

as the sounds of gun-fire

fill the air, constantly, and without care.

The wounded looking up trying to find God’s stare,

begging for help, and carrying along so much fear,

as another wounded soldier chops off his shooting hand,

trying to tell his enemies that he wants no more fight,

he will no longer follow a command.

Tears poured, blood shot out,

but it was all for peace as he looked for God’s gaze,

through the smoke filled haze.

An old woman exploded as she was holding a sign of peace,

God shook his head, but he didn’t look away,

he was so caught up in the drama to say the least.

He offered the humans light,

they chose night,

he offered the humans peace, but they’d rather fight.

This was all part of God’s Panoramic view,

A bomb took a child into the dark,

ugliness and fear is even heard in a dog’s bark,

coming from a distance, but silenced immediately,

In truth, he didn’t know why humans killed one another,

shooting sisters, killing mothers,

and making destruction of his land a positive thing,

but through all this hate,

he sees a sign of hope and compassion.

 A young boy drags his wounded brother and hides him in a hole,

the enemies come,

and he wasn’t done,

he covers the hole with rags and weeds,

then he lifted his knees,

hugged them to his chest,

tells the enemies he’s alone,

so they shoot him and put him to rest,

all on God’s Canvas,

his panoramic view,

his earth being punished,

and he just didn’t know what to do.

So God Cries, and he cries,

tears becomes rain,

and rain becomes pain.

But what that young man did to save his brother,

was that little sign of hope,

Humans need it so they could cope,

and some day change and get what's due,

perhaps God could have a different panoramic view.

© 2009 Frank F. Atanacio


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I don't think you mean "hire and hire" and I'm sure you don't mean "considerate danger" and it's possible you don't mean "no one seems to tire". What we have here, it seems to me, is a lot of feeling about the way human beings behave, but not much poetic or grammatic dicipline. It's not a poem just because you hurriedly line words down a page...sorry.

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I like how this goes from start to finish. Some of the meter was a little off, but the overall message I really like. (Something that I think that agnostics need to read to think outside of the box.)

Posted 15 Years Ago


I don't think you mean "hire and hire" and I'm sure you don't mean "considerate danger" and it's possible you don't mean "no one seems to tire". What we have here, it seems to me, is a lot of feeling about the way human beings behave, but not much poetic or grammatic dicipline. It's not a poem just because you hurriedly line words down a page...sorry.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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