Graham Jones


Food For Thought. - Poem by Graham Jones

Cosmic technology, to stressful a thought
With mankind corrupted by political fault
Gone are the days of the meek and the mild
If you need to survive then be born to be wild

The airs full of fumes, dust, smog and smoke
And lungs are polluted by tobacco or coke
A day never passes, without harsh words or war
The terrorist screams in the ears of the poor

So what have we learnt since the dawn of mankind?
That war is an option, if you look you will find
Their is a way forward, but tread lightly with care
Peace comes at a price, and its not always fair.

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  • (3/28/2006 6:32:00 AM)


    what a meaningful poem and great job! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 28, 2006



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