Do The Deed Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

You know, he said, this world, it truly sucks,
they've got me coming from the morning to the night,
I can't remember when we were such eager bucks
that we would itch to get ourselves into a fight.

Today we loathe the confrontations and the pain,
why would they stick those little daggers in your skin,
there is no help from those who have too much to gain
they stand and watch as the black hole just sucks us in.

What keeps us sane though is the thought that human hands
are there for us to share and hold when there is need.
It is a wise man who has seen and understands
that it is friendship and plain love that does the deed.