'Bleed My Heart' Poem by Linda Winchell

Bleed my heart for all humanity
of the death, all nations wars have brought!
Dear God, what did they think was accomplished?
with all that suffering, pain, and loss?

Fighting over, but a piece of earth!
that we none, do ourselves even own!
It is only but, our temporary dwelling place
this Mother Earth, we all call our home!

So what if one, has more than another?
You will not be stronger, in that you cannot harvest or reap!
But to share, all God has given mankind
that it be enough then, for all mankind to feast!

It be all, but sand and scorching heat of sun!
where once, other kings and Queens had tread.
But all their fortunes, they thought once gained in life
have now died, with collected nothingness, to their graves instead!

Man was not made, to fight for land!
We were all made, by the hands of a loving Father God!
Wars were made for demons and devils to wage!
and on the bones of others like themselves
their beastly creatures, ridden trod!

Bleed oh my heart, pour out your liquid pain!
drench the sands, turn them the deepest red!
And let all see, what has been written!
in these words of red, my heart hath bled.