Hate, Death, and Destruction Vs. Creativity
Never would I have believed,
Such things could be true,
That people would conceive such evil,
In their unGodly desire to hurt you...
Your crime?: existence
You have no right-
Just ask a holocaust survivor
of their Nazi plight...
Ask the dead in lower Manhattan,
Slain for a version of God,
In Arabic, not Hebrew or Latin
Or innocent blacks hanging from a tree
The Klu Klux Klan's reaped crop, for all to see...
I sometimes wonder if I want..
to be part of this world...
And just when I think I'm sure,
That this is not where I want to be,
Some sweet, innocent soul comes along,
to much befuddle me,...
I've lately found a treasure trove,
of just such wonderful people,
Who's very existence stopped me
from "flying the coop"...
'Cause these are my wonderful
poet-friends,
From good old PoetrySoup.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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