Condition

Humanity,
falling apart,
with vanity,
consuming hearts.
Brutality,
flings hateful darts,
Stupidity,
erasing smarts.

Doubtful eyes,
walking around.
Hurtful cries,
vibrating sounds.
False disguise,
seem so profound.
Painful lies,
swiftly surround.

Great clarity,
causes restart,
community,
makes love an art,
brings unity,
hatred departs,
affinity,
flies off the charts.

Gained control,
pledges and oaths,
mend all holes,
so faith can grow.
Every role,
impacts the flow,
clears the soul,
so peace can glow.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. Truth shared on the page Grace and finding words that hit home well done to speak for those that can’t yet. Your end is always true and keeping that resilience is vital but challenging right now. πŸ’–πŸ’–

  2. The story about humanities destructive nature.

    This piece is from a different perspective.

    The saying goes we write what we know.

    There is always more to a poem than it seems.

    I guess you have questions.

    Interesting piece you have here master.

    Love it. Your versatility shines through. Consider me impressed. πŸ‘

  3. Oh quite reassuring. Himanity has been faced with terrible flaws but learning and changing from our deeds, and embracing love truly help. This is stunning. πŸ’–

  4. That’s the reality, but clarity causes good start. That’s the turning point I always look into your poems. A lovely poem, Grace πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–

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