Murder Poem by Sandra Feldman
Murder
Rating: ★5.0
My blood is boiling,
Centigrade, Fahrenheit,
It's all the same,
Tell me in who's bad name,
Do we get the right to kill?
Our History of Blood,
Going on, going on,
Still the same!
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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5/8/2024 2:39:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Let's declare war on all weapons of mass destruction! And let's declare love on all of humanity!