We Are the Same
Beneath the skin we are all brothers.
Why do we maim and kill each other?
We are all the same.
Is there a God that applauds bloodshed?
What dark demons keep their souls fed?
A day filled with shame.
A mother loved you, you who would kill.
A mother loved the man whose blood you spill.
So many ways we are the same.
Somehow the truth gets twisted and torn.
Words that drip from mouths of the forlorn.
And in the end who is to blame?
For the Rime Couee contest..
For France...
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2015
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