Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We read about the slaughter in a place far overseas, where the multicultural blending has been there for centuries. Where church of all denominations have been standing side by side. Where neighbours have been neighbourly; respect seemed to abide. Seems that politics and power can infiltrate a settled mind; dig up and open wounds of what is yours and what is mine, take citizens back into time and drag out all their roots … be wary of your ogre neighbour, they have a gun that shoots. Begin to see those simple folk who lived their simple lives, follow restlessly and blindly as belief or race revives, those that helped them yesterday really had a cunning plan, all they really wanted was, to find a way to cut you down. Throw them all out on the streets; run them out of town. Ethnic cleanse the country to make it pure and sound. If they refuse to leave our home and opt to make a stand - build a force of vigilantes, to roam and cut them down. What started as a trickle soon turns into a flood. The cup that fills with honey can also be filled with blood. The taste that once was bitter now is the taste that's lusted for, when seeking out the enclaves to go killing more and more. A house, once a home of peace stands a shattered monument, to let the remnants hanging on know what to expect. Heads displayed on pikes are cheered; graves hold hundreds more. Babes are sport for bayonets; forgot is what we're fighting for. Can't live side by side now; there's too much terror going on. Battle lines are clearer; the sane have taken leave and gone. Cannons roaring day and night; lines must stand holding fast. For anyone that's over-run, that day becomes their last. When the dust has settled and the criminals are hung, Hate subsides back to the memory; the clean-up has begun. Do we realize as bloodstains fade; we have a deep rooted call … needing one spark to set us off - there could be murder in us all.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)