Loved today but jeered tommorrow,
This is the power of a broken secret.
Things that he had no control over,
Changed the person that he was.
they knew they'd change the victim's life,
They didn't know they'd changed their's too.
Yesterday they were friends but tommorrow,
They were murderers of a soul.
The cruelty of the human nature,
Abandoned him from their life.
They couldn't even see that he,
Was indeed a human too.
A human today, a human tommorrow,
And human's possess things.
That cannot be controled, but taken on boared,
Without changing who he is.
2006-11-08 09:18:08 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Philosophy
First of all, it's theirs, not their's, and humans, not human's. Learn proper grammar and spellcheck. Second of all, this doesn't belong in Philosophy, maybe in Books and Authors. Nonetheless, this is a nice poem. This is heartwrenching and powerful. It needs a title and to submit it to markets for publication.
2006-11-08 09:20:41 · answer #1 · answered by Kristen H 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Here is my poem
Needles and Pins Needles and Pins sew me a sail to catch me the wind
Sew me a sail as strong as a gail carpenter bring out ur Hammers and nails
Hammers and Nails Hammers and Nails build me a boat to go chasing the wails
Chasing the Wails Sailing the blue find me a captain and sign me a crew
Captain and crew captain and crew take me oh take me to anywhere new
2006-11-08 17:22:16 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
Way to go,Fred.
2006-11-08 18:54:44 · answer #3 · answered by Soupy 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋