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THE UNREST WORLD
By JohnnyD
27 July 2007

THE UNREST WORLD

 

Civilizations were lost

Civilizations were built

The unrest world

Remained intact as ever

 

From novice hunters

To the barbaric clan

Spreading its tentacles

The unrest world grew at an alarming pace

 

Inventions, discoveries

The growth of modern civilizations

Still a distant dream is though

Life with comforts!

 

Hunger, crime, passion

Enhanced the world’s unrest

As each one tries to outdo the other

The never ending race of unrest begins

 

Hunger gives birth to crime

As crime became the passion

Bugged by passion

The unrest world overtook comforts

 

Contentment!

What is that my dear?

We are here to achieve

So what, if we have to pay a little price of unrest!


The race as always will be fought and run

As milestones are achieved with a point of the gun

The unrest world will never know

Where and when this race will ever end?

 

Johnny D

26th July 2007

 

 

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Written by Fledermaus (3301 comments posted) 27th July 2007
As Albert Einstein said: "World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones." 
 
The unrest world probably always existed, and I wonder if in spite of all the medical care, the increased food production, central heating, television, the internet and so on, we are happier than the people were 1000 years ago. 
 
In the end nothing will change I'm affraid. Civilizations come and go, and the people will always feel some unrest, no matter how spoiled they are... 
 
Your poems often seem to have a message that makes one think.

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