Is there not love left to give,
should not a child have laughter.
Yet seemingly in absent time,
fear steals the joy they're after.
Men of greed,
men of hate,
men embracing evil.
Turn the world of innocent,
Into one in upheavel.
Can we not forget ourselves,
for once and love another.
Embrace each child and care for them,
as if we are the mother.
Shed your pride,
shed your hate,
shed the blood your after.
Is there not love left to give,
should not a child have laughter.
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Men of greed! ! Destroying the world. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.