Saturday, April 14, 2018

poem of the day April 14


There is too much raw evil
scattered around this world
The God of heaven thought as he
flew over the planet Earth where
huge piles of precious natural resources
waited to be mixed together 
in greedy man made factories for enough
bombs to bomb the way to hell
All he could do was shake his head


It was too late to stop the fate of hate

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