A Poem Without A Name

    People died of hunger
    Crime and rape
    Bullets without escape
    Many children cried
    Before they died
    The earth wired
    Growing tiered
    It cries out to me
    Couldn't you see
    Wouldn't you think
    It hurts me
Out of fear
Out of pride
You build missiles
To ascend the skies
Investing in ammunition
But not in human compassion
The seed you sow
Is the plant you reap
It's full grown
Now the reaper weeps

By:  Roger Harkness

 
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