Shame. Poem by Graham Jones
Shame.
Take the living, take the dead
Take the homeless filled with dread
It makes no difference young or old
In need of shelter from the cold
Runaways that crave release
Warring countries seeking peace
Starving children, malnutrition
The terrorist needs ammunition
And all the time its politics
A war of words and all their tricks
Admitting nothing yet offer all
It smacks of pride before the fall
Religion offers slight relief
To those embroiled in total grief
Is this the legacy we leave
A tapestry of shame to weave.
A very truthful write here Graham, beautifully expressed. Well done. Love Ernestine XXX
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4/24/2024 11:31:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A no-win scenerio. I cry for all those who have lost loved ones in this war, for all the victims of the hurricane, and all those whose lives have been forgotten by an unfeeling, uncaring government. When (and how) will it all end? Linda