My job is spontaneous; one that's driven by passion
In the world I live in, I thankfully needn't fret over my fashion
Danger is the key word in this psychopathic game
Yet my intention is still vehement and same
Perennially striving to clear the unknown
Each task deeming top priority in turning every stoneThe struggle is never fair
But without such hurdles what's the thrill there?
Instead of hearing speeding taxi's and horns
My ears are now accustomed to missiles and bombs
Its sad how people have no one to trust
Yet the armed forces say "we only do what we must"The unfortunate citizens that I met have lost homes
And the skies once with birds are now filled with rockets and dronesWhen I report for duty my heart clenches
Its never easy filming people dying on stretchers and medical stand benchesHere is yet another one which came around while I was watching the news (yes, I watch news, I was tuned into aljazeera)
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Shades Of Ivy
PoetryA collection of poems that I suddenly happened to spark up, each piece being fueled with an emotion. With meanings sadistic(as expected) and sometimes cheesy, there are also moments when it dives into darkness. I hope you enjoy! Started:08/11/2018 ...