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 sheild to a shadow.
© Griffonner 2025
Poetry by Griffonner

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Written on 2025-08-12 at 09:37




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