Slaughter in here, ethnics
Butchery in there ,politics
Souls from various creeks
For Charon to cross the styx
As cold as ice
Deadly storms won’t cease
Sweeping Tsunamis increase
Forest fires destroy Greece
Why not ask Nature for peace?
As cold as ice
Manmade four-wheeled slayers
On roads merciless killers
Toys for hit and run drivers
Highways innocents’ manglers
As cold as ice
Stand and watch
Human feelings do scotch
This is but a small blotch
Your heart door forever do latch.
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I'm thinking...
that you were reading a newspaper when this poem occured to you. I was not particulary impressed with the form, it looks like you were trying to do an exercise of some sort. The rhyme scheme seems forced, and the third verse just didn't make sense to me at all. You have some very interesting thoughts here, but they don't seem co-hesive. I would like to see what you can do with this. make me believe I am reading that paper over your shoulder. ~ Geezer
Yeah, I get the feeling you are trying too hard to be profound
It's easy to list atrocities, but a real poet names names and starts arguments.
I've got to say that last verse is appalling in those awkward 'poetic' constructions-
Human feelings do scotch
Your heart door forever do latch.
Give this piece some thought, about what you really want to say. It has potential.