Post by Brokenhearts on Nov 23, 2007 11:56:28 GMT -5
i dnt know what to call it coz if i call it 'black and white' it would appear to be a race poem... bt anyway: my FINAL piece =]
The world presented is
In black and in white
With angels of purity
With devils of night
White is of the angels
With silver and gold
Their emblem is purity
Their legends are old
Black is of the devils
In the depths of hell
Fire burns their charcol skin
As sin is what they sell
For years these plain
Images have been fed
To the population
With doubts unsaid
No one dares questions
The piety of angels
No body dares deny
The evil of devils
And yet it is seen
With our own eyes
That our world is not so simple
That these could all be lies
Is it not possible that
The angels presented
Are not all they seem
And could be resented
Could it not be that
Those devils are mistreated
They could possess hearts
And their virtues been depleated
How can it be that in
A world so colourful and bright
So many have been blinded
And only see the black and the white
Is it quite possible
For such beings to be
Quite so narrow minded
When there is so much to see
Heed this you angels and
And listen you devils; far to long
You have been the
Symbols of lies too strong
Far too long you have
Shown a world too plain
Too simple, too clean ,too cut
Where those who think go insane
And so to you
I put foreward this plea
For all those to listen
For all those to see
Please do not be so blind my friends
See through that eternal Veil
Please decide your own black and white my friends
As this is what life will entail
The world presented is
In black and in white
With angels of purity
With devils of night
White is of the angels
With silver and gold
Their emblem is purity
Their legends are old
Black is of the devils
In the depths of hell
Fire burns their charcol skin
As sin is what they sell
For years these plain
Images have been fed
To the population
With doubts unsaid
No one dares questions
The piety of angels
No body dares deny
The evil of devils
And yet it is seen
With our own eyes
That our world is not so simple
That these could all be lies
Is it not possible that
The angels presented
Are not all they seem
And could be resented
Could it not be that
Those devils are mistreated
They could possess hearts
And their virtues been depleated
How can it be that in
A world so colourful and bright
So many have been blinded
And only see the black and the white
Is it quite possible
For such beings to be
Quite so narrow minded
When there is so much to see
Heed this you angels and
And listen you devils; far to long
You have been the
Symbols of lies too strong
Far too long you have
Shown a world too plain
Too simple, too clean ,too cut
Where those who think go insane
And so to you
I put foreward this plea
For all those to listen
For all those to see
Please do not be so blind my friends
See through that eternal Veil
Please decide your own black and white my friends
As this is what life will entail
