As a thought upon Palestine entered…
A restless night with sweat-soaked sheets,
conjures images of blood-filled streets and pain.
Cetaceans mourn for humanity
as dogs howl at a blood-red moon, which all too soon
becomes a ghastly, horrid, evil eye
staring, as crap, garbage and trash is blasted
into empty rooms and heads to demoralize
the innocent babes who cry for sweet dreams
and whimpering in their beds lose hope.
Where labels and tags speak louder than kind words;
costly automobiles shout down the voices of reason.
Amid the anger, the ambition,
a few struggle against the tides of greed
where vicious cannibals feed on rotting corpses of the fallen.
And some of us weep for the birds.
They have all gone and we are alone with troubled thoughts.
Still, all that we have been taught amounts to nothing
as the seething…
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