Bri Mar Poems

When you look at me,
What is it you see,
Apart from an old lump of wood,
You may not agree,
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Why do you worry about dying?
Could it be the religious are lying?
I'm not being rude, but if Heavens that good,
You certainly shouldn't be crying.
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So many creeds,
With varying needs,
Is it true they have different Gods?
It's fear it feeds,
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I can love and hate,
Praise or berate,
I can tell the truth and lie,
I can read and write,
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The intelligent one,
Is never done,
Boasting that they are so clever,
Superior bar none,
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Petty disputes,
Which the other refutes,
To this day, can lead to a war,
Yet if nobody shoots,
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Anything we doubt,
Or we cannot make out,
Talent, rarely merits a mention,
Our ancestor's clout,
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My name is Critique, as a spirit I'm cold,
Your future is bleak, when I have you told,
What I say is true, in my own mind,
Though I may slag you off, retributions unkind.
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When you're bereaved,
You feel aggrieved,
You ask the question, why me?
Though they've passed, memories can be retrieved,
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Are the majority blind,
To what's going on,
Or are we designed,
To believe every con,
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