Suffering
Yes suffering brings the taste of gall,
cultres rise and then they fall,
man is the worst enemy of all,
his money greed impractical.....
when death walks down his hall.
Great leaders needed by our call,
great faith for the divided,
might be provided,
if a man of concience, all,
is not denied us?
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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