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My Arsenal I Will Release, If There Is No Longer Peace

I have a secret hidden vault With weapons that can assault Anybody who won't learn If you try to hurt and turn Hearts into sad painful things I'll go postal and will bring You worse sorrow than you dish out Cause my life is all about Making sure there's no neglect From the world showing respect To others who they pass by It just make me sad and cry When I see a world so scary Leaving hearts and souls so weary When they listen to the racist Comments that are getting basic And used way to much and often They need putting in a coffin With other judgmental types That is wrong and so not right No one should make fun of those Who always get a daily dose Of hurtful and rude comments Being hated with bombardments Of words that tear them apart What happened to peoples hearts So many mission will go on Till everybody gets along And there's not one more tear shed Just smiles and joy ahead

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 2/26/2014 1:29:00 AM
YOu are such a caring person who wants to see others treated right. It's obvious from all the poetry that you give us, Robin. I really like the way you go back and see my older poems. Hardly anybody here does that. Thanks so much for that. And I promise I will always see your poems!
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Date: 2/20/2014 11:45:00 AM
I think we all have this secret vault and a stash of ammo waiting in the wings; I know I certainly do. Even the nicest and kindest person can only take so much. Kudos; Sweet Pea. As always, I identified with your words :)
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