Turning my back

oh ye men of so much faith

scattering your deadly wares

like confetti at a wedding

without an ounce of thought

for the innocents on the ground

where moments before was fun and laughter

is now become blood and slaughter

how do you sleep in your beds?

have your dreams turned to nightmares

and your hearts to stone?

innocents

◄ Confess

Thorn in her side ►

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Don Matthews

Wed 11th Sep 2019 08:35

Is greed a thing we're born with?
(To varying degrees)
Some with little some with lots
Can someone answer please?

Or are we born greed-zero?
And nurtured into it
Depending on environment
Can someone help verse writ?

I guess it's the same question
Are we born with the seeds
The seeds of good and evil?
I ask my questions, plead......


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Jon Stainsby

Wed 11th Sep 2019 08:08

Thank you, Lisa

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 9th Sep 2019 15:41

Thank you, Brian, Devon, Avishek and Chrystel.

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 9th Sep 2019 12:13

Thank you very much, Keith. I tend to have short bursts of writing/ideas, and do not drag poems out over a longer period to add further to them. In general, I see no necessity for this. If I like it it stays as it is.

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keith jeffries

Mon 9th Sep 2019 08:11

Jon,

Thank you for this poem albeit short it is loaded with meaning for all to interpret as they wish. Yet the central theme is clear. The powerful act with impunity for their own interests and will do anything to achieve what they want even if it comes to slaughtering fellow humans. A powerful message, succinct and with impact.

Thank you for this
Keith

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