Monday, 25 March 2013

Love


Love,
How a four letter word twists the strongest souls,
Tears the tiger from its claws, the eagle from its talons.
How the essence of love, made by trust to hope
Collapses, like a wall to a grenade, an animal to a gun
To the powers of deceit – hatred – fraud –
How its pain is only known to those
Who’ve suffered its ice cold grip, freezing in agony.
Love,
A bullet ripping through life, a never-ending persecution,
How an assumption of love, greatness, glory
Is crippled by the irony of truth, raped by reason,
How the false pretence, this propaganda of love
Destroys: an atom bomb, a force from above,
Love.


By Bertie Charman