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Nichole Morgan Poem
A misinterpreted woe
The thought of the unknown.
Discrimination
and Intimidation.
The prodigious fibs
Within politics.
No peace treaty
Will beseech thee.
For the beliefs of society must change.
Too long has insanity
Skewed the balance of harmony.
The breadth of this country must grasp what is out of range.
In time humanity evolves,
though the issue still revolves.
Perhaps forever to be unsolved.
Copyright © Nichole Morgan | Year Posted 2010
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Nichole Morgan Poem
When the carcasses if the great
Befall a soft death,
The ambience of gold,
Beneath their master
Encompass a backwards halo.
The deity is waiting,
Betrayal of the seasons,
But only the natural cycle of life.
Each day more and more
Soldiers fall valiant,
As peace keepers of nature's order.
The season of the fallen begins again,
In repentance as it has always.
Copyright © Nichole Morgan | Year Posted 2011
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