Georgia Peaches's blog: "Poems"

Swept

Swept up by the torrent

and flung between the gales

led on by the current

assisted by dashed sails

You hear men cry for mercy

and women swear good bye

the clergy hiss a heresy

and the children wait to die

Like rain drops on a pane

death is held at bay

but not forever can contain

for death will find a way

Thus this is why we pace

Twas from birth till we are gone

to search for a clue or trace

to the rhythm of our song

Perhaps there is a God

or are we all alone

and we shift to find the frauds

but no theory we condone.