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The Worst of Man

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I have no thought on which or why Or how the breaking stanchions lie A dearest ear pressed to the earth To hear those crying pains of birth Proud, horrid hearts of lesser men That bleed with anguish once again Thus, bitter poisons dearly bought Will end a war of anguish, wrought And honed, the blade will ever find A vein to weep and ease the mind The puddled red that pools on tile Cold, frozen on that face, a smile Left for each blind soldier's hopes To e'er assuage a reaper's tropes The torture that a death can save A stone to mark that lonely grave There is no cause of worthy blame And only time ... to wipe the name Man's worst for man, in utter shame. Written and submitted on May 14, 2020 For the "Brian's Choice D, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest Brian Strand, Sponsor.

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Date: 5/15/2020 4:01:00 PM
Excellent poem, as always, Greg:-) I didn't want it to end. This deserved to place at the very top!
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Date: 5/15/2020 11:18:00 AM
Another majestic write G, love your use of uncommon words, makes the read come alive!
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Date: 5/14/2020 9:16:00 PM
The instant he hit the ground...he was no longer here...human bravery; celestial eternity. Evocative piece, Bard.
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Date: 5/14/2020 5:48:00 PM
Hi Gregory I'm in awe of this precious poem!
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