The World With Guns. Poem by Tony Adah
The World With Guns.
The world is turgid with hate
In the guns it makes
And for the guns it uses
It is an embodiment of hate
For the death it inflicts
And for the tears rolling down
The faces of its folks.
It is foolhardy to think that
The world without guns is lame
Frail and unable to act.
Monday, January 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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