|Cleaning Up (standard:poetry, 94 words)|
|Author: Reid Laurence||Added: Jun 16 2010||Views/Reads: 1505/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Tragic cycles of time seem to be an imprint of humanity...|
What a riot This thing we call The thing to do In case we all Have little use For me, for you What a shock To wake to find So many gone And left behind Repeated hate In cycles time Again, again In life unkind There is no peace To some this world Has offered none But smell of blood A cursed group On rampage run What a crime And lust for it In all our time Who pays for it Who will say I'm sorry to Will it matter? For me, for you Tweet
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