mod//poem

[penguingomoo]

Thought i would post a poem. random i know. =p I enjoy writing poetry though so every once in a while i might post one just to get some feedback.


Sunday Morning
~~~~
Why are the voices fading?
The little children who were playing
in the fields of sunflowers,
they're gone, disappeared
On that early sunday morning

The tracks have been blown away
by the gentle breeze
whistling through the crisp air
on that early sunday morning

We weep for the lost sailor
who's ship never made it to shore.
The scent of death fills the air
on that early sunday morning.

The parents dare to ask why
as they see their son
lying in a bathtub of blood
with tears streaming down his face
on that early sunday morning.

good neighbors sing their hymns
while locked in the burning church building
on that early sunday morning.

And what a wonderful
Sunday morning that was.

The day of rest and harmony
the day we all become united
under the burning eyes of god
under the burning smile of the devil

All was taken care of
on that early sunday morning