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We Nailed This Word.
We Nailed This Word,
Isn’t it Ironic
more than a little bit absurd,
that man first creates,
then becomes the meaning
of a word.
That word being pestilence,
with all it’s horrifying fame.
Man’s good book just pretence,
claiming a devil was to blame.
To blame for all the carnage,
by murder, hunger or disease.
Causing man’s horrid inner rage,
to spill another’s blood with ease.
I say our good books incorrect,
look now at mother earth.
Then at man, a greedy gnawing insect,
a plague, destroying or consuming all
from birth.
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It came to pass,
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Comments
Geezer
Wed, 2019-08-14 09:58
The rhyme...
is great! The sentiment not so good, but at least accurate! ~ Gee.
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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place
Roscoe Lane
Thu, 2019-08-15 02:21
Thank you,
Thank you, and it truly saddens me. I wish I could see man in another guise. Regards Roscoe...
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.