The conclusion is one of my poetry works, please think on it and share your opinion in the comments section.
Conclusion being that We derailed at the eighteen When scoring mattered most And it was at the height Of ovation!
The introduction being that
We were born with a golden fleece
Bore Greek gifts and abhorred adorning
Our horns
The body being that
We are sitting on
The edge as though on an egg
Drifting from the pledge
Weaned by kegs of gun powder
With pyrrhic victories to abort
The paragraphs being that
We were in the middle of play -
Wondering over a dismay
Could have wasted a display
Yet the first and not the last
Yet the top and not beneath
Amidst ways we were to harbour
The punctuation marks
Being that should the bubbles
Burst now and we are no more
The world would move without us.
Worst wanderers and weird
Worms would be born, and burn
Avoiding bits and pieces we should abhor
The word being that this is yet our morning
And we can make it to Canaan land with power.
The letter being that we are on course
We brought this curse on ourselves
And cause ourselves so much pain
For we do not love ourselves
But now we can change our world
With a word of four letters: LOVE
And another word: PEACE
