T. Michael Francis Poems

They hung Love upon a tree,
So that all mankind would be set free.
They took Love down from the tree,
And placed Love in a tomb, for you and me.
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How many cries must we hear,
On innocent ones torn from their wombs so dear;
Of limbs ripped apart by the evil of man,
And thrown down into a dirty trash can?
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Some people work in a factory called a sweat shop,
They work from sunrise till after dark, and don't stop.
The blind man lives by himself in a room,
He cannot see, so each day is filled with gloom.
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