SICK OF IT!

 

 

To tell you the truth, no lie,
I am a bit sick of death and war
What I want is much, much more
Love and smiles and bold transparency
I sit and seath at ther cruelty
And deliberate misinformation.
That is the Devil's creation
For he alone cannot help himself
From showing his forked red tongue
Stained with the blood of the oh so young
Children slain while seeking food
Or being an innocent shield to a shadow.

 

 

© Griffonner 2025





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Written on 2025-08-12 at 09:37

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
yes, Seething
and deep breathing!
Somehow we have learnt that!
its tragic and sad and very devasting if one comes to rest a bit over the news. The moving on is a numbing process, which we have perfected but no other way but to say how it is.
2025-08-12


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A few continue to be outraged. Others shrug. They've come to consider it business as usual.
2025-08-12



love changes while aging
young, you want more sex
older, you want more tenderness
then I don't understand how couples made of old men and young girls respond to their personal motivations
2025-08-12