Endless night, endless life......
Endless war, endless strife.
Noises of children crying,
Blood curdling screams of people dying.....
What do we achieve in the end?
When a helping hand we cannot lend
We call ourselves humane,
When none of us are sane...
All of us contribute to violence,
By sitting here in silence...
Watching this endlessness grow
How can we stoop so low?
Endless nigt, Endless life,
Endless war, Endless strife......
1 comment:
Nice. I liked the poem alot. It makes me think about the fact that I do alot of complaining and take little action.
Keep up the good work.
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