The Downfall of Man

By: Mary Godwin

Once there was a time

When we were known

For creating art and spreading light.

Once there was a time

When man could love and

Chart unexplored places of imagination.

Once there was a time.

Now we kill and conquer.

The streets run red with blood

And our rivers flow black with poison.

Now we create terrible things;

Murder, famine, war, and poison

Flows through our blood.

We expel our black hatred

Towards the heavens and skies above.

We bleed toxins knowingly into the rivers,

Into the ground, into the sky, into one another

And we’re fine with this;

These problems of mankind.

Frost on Your Roses

By: Mary Godwin

Mom loved to grow various plants

She especially loved her roses

If I had to say which was her favorite

It’d be the yellow ones

She loved her yellow roses.

She got them for her dad

He died when she was eighteen

But she wasn’t sad

She felt like he was still with her

He was the yellow roses.

She took good care of them

If she ever felt alone

She’d go to her garden

To sing to the plants and watch

The roses dance to her songs.

She ended up singing every night

Under the moonlight she sang and they danced

The wind carried her words with it

If you saw her you’d think she was crazy

Singing and dancing alone

The truth was

She wasn’t alone

She was with her dad

They danced all night long

The moon was their only light.

They did this for quite a while

Night after night they’d go

Singing songs of sadness and joy

While dancing with the wind

She did this for as long as she could.

It came to an end one day

When bombs fell from the sky

When tanks rolled through the garden

When they came with weapons

It was then when it all ended.

But it never really ended to us

Her roses still stood

Even though her body could not

Sometimes at night you can still hear her spirit

Singing her songs to the yellow roses.