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America Never Learns

The powerful have bombs
the students have voices
enough is enough they say
University campuses unite

A map in the year of 1947
tells a story no one in the west
really wants to hear
thieves on stolen lands

America, professional bombers
Iraq, Libya, Afghanistan and so on
millions dead, and the comedy is this
Mandela was labelled a terrorist

The Warsaw Ghetto uprising
a horror then, being repeated now
the resistance is being heard
free Palestine

Charge the oppressors
with crimes against humanity
youth may not always know what is right
they surely know what is wrong

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Ravindra K Kapoor Date: 4/28/2024 12:49:00 AM Never or slow leaning from follies is not only a problem of America but a general problem of all the countries of the world. But those who are powerful have a greater role to play in maintaining the peace on Earth. I think Gun culture is the main cause of voilence and hatred in the world and unless we keep it in control the fruits of peace and love can never reach to our youth who are often right and often wrong in their Ist evaluation of things. Quite a thought provoking poem df. Ravindra

Ravindra K Kapoor

Date: 4/28/2024 12:49:00 AM

Never or slow leaning from follies is not only a problem of America but a general problem of all the countries of the world. But those who are powerful have a greater role to play in maintaining the peace on Earth. I think Gun culture is the main cause of voilence and hatred in the world and unless we keep it in control the fruits of peace and love can never reach to our youth who are often right and often wrong in their Ist evaluation of things. Quite a thought provoking poem df. Ravindra

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