Look at the haunted piece of life
From being born to dying.
How that only hurts and torments us
And the search for happiness makes us so tired.
Still, we fight
Still, we believe
Still, we love
Despite it…
And look at all the worn faces.
Who lost themselves before their time.
And how they were broken, systematically
Just because fear makes us so submissive.
Still, we fight
Still, we believe
Still, we love
Despite it…
Yes, look at the world and its wars
This endless murder and destruction without any sense.
And how we hurt our planet
Just because money rules the world.
Still, we fight
Still, we believe
Still, we love
Despite it…
What an outstanding poem, Bridget. There is a lot to think about here, my friend. Very meaningful.
Thank you, Debra. I am glad to see you online.
We still have to fight, believe and love because it is worth it! Excellent poem!
Thank you Leigha.
You’re welcome.
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I love this Bridget, very powerful indeed. It could be depressing if we pause and think too long, but we must continue to fight, to believe, to love, despite it!
The life of all the generations before us wasn’t a walk in the park either. Some things are worth fighting for.