The Spoon... (In Our Hands) Poem by Eric Cockrell
The Spoon... (In Our Hands)
Rating: ★5.0
the spoon in our hands
digs the graves of starving children.
our choice to turn away,
buries those afflicted by war.
when we take first,
without a thought to giving...
we bury the body of god,
among the poor and the homeless.
Friday, October 5, 2012
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5/8/2024 2:37:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A fantastic poem, we are a nation that always turns away,