A Poet Prospective In Rhyme
Tired of the hatred
Among one another
The killing of our brothers
This is not good at all.
This world is dying slowly
There’s no room for hate,
Stop it before it’s too late
This is not good at all.
The many voices of the past
We hear in the shadows
These things you got to know
Because this is not good at all.
As I look around me
Shaken to my very core
Of these things I see
Of those things I feel
Where reality is real
And all the world is dark
Where war’s cloudy skies
Flies over like a hawk
As if death came.
Hey poet say it so---
Just want to know
It’s just reality waking
From a slumber so deep.
April. 2022
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