by Peter Morriss | Oct 28, 2006 | Poetry
Like this land as with the passing of the dry season, They were parched for their freedom; The hardness of the land mirrored in their eyes, Their seed torn from the Sun beaten earth; These men blooded by this land- Survive its harshness. Defiant and proud as the time...
by Peter Morriss | Oct 11, 2006 | Poetry
When eventide draws in and the day is done, And an amber sky bids goodbye to the glory of the passing Sun. When last light has drawn in the curtains of the day, And the Moon smiles and the stars tumble out along the Milky Way. When the Earth is still beneath the...
by Peter Morriss | Oct 7, 2006 | Poetry
What is this madness that dwells within the heart of men? That God would shed such joyless tears for the goodness that eludes the heart of impious men; And for that which they have done, And taken from the little ones, That Heaven should fall about their heads; And...
by Peter Morriss | Sep 28, 2006 | Poetry
They rattle their paper sabres across a political floor, And the people cry out in their anguish while the drums roll- The rallying drums of war! And all the blood red battlefields of Hell! Resound to the blast of cannon shot and shell. And when under a sullen sky lie...
by Peter Morriss | Sep 27, 2006 | Poetry
Theirs was a war to end all wars a land fit for heroes was the cry; And for their comrades in arms the man on the left, and the man on the right were prepared to die! But raising its ugly head appeared a savage peace, And from bitter conflicts there was to be no...
