Snow Falling

about us then and now

Snow falling on a dead world

Ancient fellows gather round an old habit

Filled with greed and malice

Instead of love and good cheer

 

These Ancient fellows are obsessed with race and class

There minds full of illusions

They have forgotten Noah

Split by family feuds

Lost to one another by blinding lies

Only the wind knows their origin

Only the Owl speaks in the late night hours of how it all use to be

When the Ancients with gather in brotherhood, sisterhood and glee

 

After a time they may grow backwards

They may rekindle the inner truth

Embrace ounce more as they did in days before

Placing aside Greed and hate

Showing Love, Respect and Fellowship

 

Snow falling on a dead world

Author's Note

enjoy, let me know what you think

Reviews

[Anne Timmins]

Your pen dances upon the page beautifully weaving this piece

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

you're too kind and thank you ever so much

[Sugar Plum ♥]

very true and sad poem...as it shows the reality, snow is falling as something pure and clean, and eternal, like a veil above the ugliness and the death world...If someone will wake up in this time? I like very much your style!

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

thank you very much for your compliment

[kublakhan27]

Nice to see you back Abdul...you haven't missed a beat with your writing, it's as solid and thought-provoking as ever. I love the historical references, and the central image of snow on a dead world is striking...great work my friend.

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

Thank you very much and I'm trying to catch up on all the read requests but will be posting more, thank you again for your kind words.