We All Bruise

I see the pain

There is nothing to gain

We are the same

We hurt, we wound

We all bruise.

The past is the history,

The future is a mystery,

Try to make a change,

Don't make the same mistakes they did,

From genocide to slavery and apartheid,

It killed, and shattered many lives,

It hurt, it pained

They damaged

We all Bruised.

This life is a gift,

Treat it as such,

Spread love, not hate.

Be real, not a fake,

Be the one with the helping hand,

Be the one to always stand,

To protect, to end this war,

Coz if you don't,

then we will hurt and we will wound

We'll all bruise.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Question: in verse 2, when you write "It killed," what is "It?"

[Ripples of My Thoughts]

I was referring to how events like the genocide during the Holocaust caused a lot of destruction and millions were killed

[John the Baptist]

I see. So I guess "It" could mean human violence in general.

[Ripples of My Thoughts]

yeah definitely!

[John the Baptist]

A very thoughtful poem. Good work.

[Ripples of My Thoughts]

thank you so much:) i was just reading one of yours. Your work is really inspiring!

[John the Baptist]

Thanks, glad you feel that way.