adventures in dysthymia

Monday, December 10, 2012

Mankind, a poem

MANKIND

Since time began,
man killed man;
Abel slain
by the hand of Cain.

One against the other,
brother hating brother.

Friend turns foe,
and so will go
our endless tale—
we ever fail.

Through all mankind’s ages
blood has inked the pages.

Life’s upheaval
makes good evil,
each evil, good,
and truth, falsehood.

Tomorrow’s promised light
ever ends with night.

Stephen Brooke ©2012

very much a throwaway

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