Mike Miller Poet Rhyme

Creed

This is my creed
It’s what I believe,
That we are not meant
To hate or deceive,
We all share a human face
United in a state of grace,
No one is better,
And none has the right,
To denigrate life
Or give up the fight
To cherish and value
The love that unites,
Value the broken, 
Those without hope.
The mother with nothing
Who struggles to cope. 
Beggars sleeping in cardboard beds
Clothes and dreams torn to shreds
The widow crying “ what’s it all about ? “
A TV, a sofa and bottle of stout ?”
Can’t you feel the pain ?
Or hear the sad refrain 
Of the lonely crying out
Crushed by suffering and doubt ?
Longing  for communication,
This forgotten generation. 
Don’t accept it, punch the air
Bury apathy, resurrect CARE
For we are all connected
We are not meant to be alone
We bleed, we cry, we ache, we long
For LOVE to bring us home....

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