Mortal Men
Brown dead leaves, softly falling to the ground
Gently floating downwards, leaving no sound
Stinging tears, softly falling to the soggy earth
Constantly flowing, since the time of our birth
Seasons come, they quickly go, as years pass by
Humanity never changes though, people still cry
Horrible deeds are done and often repeated again
What is it with the many flaws of mere mortal men?
Dreadful days of savage history, mark man’s time
Countless killings, prejudice, hatred, all man’s crime
Upon penitent knees, filled with remorseful sorrow
May men learn kindness as they enter into tomorrow
Patrick Brennan © 2010
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