Poetry

I am not sure when I wrote this but I found it in a box while trying to do my yearly purge. I remember last year not throwing it away. Guess there was a reason.

And I have been listening lately to the mutterings of revenge

talk of treachery when will the madness end

Doing the same thing does not make it right

only the innocent get hurt not the ones who started the fight

I’ve been crying lately more than I have all year

my heart is pounding as the world embraces fear

no one is asking the questions we should

They just claim “their up to no good”

But what was the cause of this effect?

What is our future if we but react?

Maybe first we should reflect.

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