Eric Cockrell Poems

for every tree you cut down,
a child is dying.
for every barrel of oil that
you drill and spill,
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they want to
ban books, ban abortions
ban gay marriages
ban free thinking
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how many died that day
at the World Trade Center?
how many died
in the field?
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he wears her like
the badge of honorable
abuse....
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from a tiny acorn,
the oak tree grows.
what a man cant find,
a child will know.
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it took ashes...
for me to draw
a picture of your living
in black and white...
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one lone rose
opened by the sun,
the faint memory of rain,
and the dark damp earth.
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1900 poems...
love letters written
in flesh,
with all the scars
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i quit trying to save the world...
and just offered my hand,
and walked beside it.
i quit trying to find the truth,
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a beer and a shot....
two old men sitting
on the stoop. talking...
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