EXRED3 Poetry (3)

I,m going around in circles in my mind
Reminiscing, I found is blocking the bad
and reliving the fun.
Did i do that? Oh yes i did.
I was so young without fear nor cares.
But time goes forward and taught me
life is not always fair.
Now my circle is nearly complete
I leap over all the bad
to the child i was.
Re-living the dares, yes
a bit of drunkenness too.
I rock in my chair with tears, but of laughter
at the daring reckless girl i was.
I am going back there for sure.
Happy laughing, reckless, no fear.
What a way to start and now end
Opening the door and reliving those times again

The souls of my comrades cried out with mine
beneath white stones, line after line
Our hard fought democracy was crumbling away
Rivulets of blood encircled the earth once again.

Our voices were mingling with man,s struggles above.
Souls, no longer at rest, angry and torn.
How dare leaders make nothing of history and deaths,
fought with such blind obedience and now they mock.

The winds are changing around the world
Each country had it,s own hurricane of turmoil
I could hear the voices from long ago
Surfacing and shouting "It,s time to go"

This would be a collective march
from us, and those living above
We would shout together against tyrannical rule,
And die, not from obedience, but that we should

I doubted a change could occur
without more blood spilling
Seeping below.

SHAME

Hello you world leaders
Do you hear the knocking, yelling
and screaming from under ground
Shouting nay begging for your help

Little did they know, all on deaf ears,
their fears much worse than yours
in your shiny suits,
just counting the dead.

You are as bad as the bombers leader
who like a little boy sneer,s
Like a greedy boy, who takes what he wants
Whilst you sit and COUNT

Will shame ever catch up with you
In the future years when a land
is flat and has no young
All under tyrannical rule

Which make no bones
will turn on you
IN THE END