P.N.G Twist
Subtitle- Please Sir No More....
P.N.G Definition: Poem(s) Non Grata (PNG)
Rockets flare, lighting the sky with their eerie glows,
As I sit here and stare, the dread in me grows.
Earth shrieks and sighs, I feel her foundation shake,
While safely inside, the news reports I take.
Links and stars flash as missiles unleash their wrath,
A living room view of the aftermath.
The ground quakes under the pounding, blazing rain,
Humanity weeps for lives lost in vain.
Raging flames engulf all caught in their wake,
Homes, dreams, futures violently I forsake.
The Reaper Smiles as rockets whistle overhead,
Raining down their blows on the maimed and the dead.
Helpless I watch this visual cacophony,
The horrors of war broadcast vicariously.
And so I sit paralyzed in my chair,
Praying for the nightmare to end out there.
The TV flickers with scenes of hate and gore,
While just outside my refuge, Death keeps its score.
All I can do is stare transfixed in place,
As rockets glare, earth shudders - war's disgrace.
Please sir, stop the war, I implore, Look into your eyes, I'll say no more. Open the portal to Change Evermore, Say "I hate you" no more, or we won't grow anymore.
So I stand here naked, no armor to wear, And say to your reflection that I share: "Mirror mirror on my body's wall, The time for peace is now, heed my call.
No more missiles unleashed in fiery flares, No more families drowned in grief and despair. With open hearts, let compassion bloom, Guide us from this darkness, light the room.
Take my hand, you see our spirits are the same, Beyond the shells of skin, we mirror each other's pain. Together we can build a world reformed, By opening the doors that hatred has stormed."
So I implore, take off your suit of war, Lay down your arms, make Peace not war.
Because When Wrong Comes Knocking at your door,
first you cry, Then anger surges - why, oh why? It’s natural to question and doubt, When injustice leaves you kicked about.
But then healing can start its rise, When a hand reaches out in commune. You’re not alone anymore, A whole world ready to attune.
So please stop the hurting and harm, Lay down the guns that breed hatred arms. Earth loves all her children the same, Though some play games of blame.
Come walk with everyone hand in hand, Let compassion help us understand. That we all wish to live free from pain, For peace in our hearts to reign.
See how fear makes us lash inward, How by opening up we conquer the hurt. When wrong comes knocking uninvited,
Darkness is in each soul ignited.
But to that day, I quiet in rage. write a new poem on history’s page.
Where people unite for each other’s blight,
in hells on earth that we create for the night,
Xmas is coming and the reaper has holiday cheer,
For all to die with no hope ever near.
Boom, Boom, Boom, I just fired three PNG's at you.
-Poetry by db
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