For Firoze Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Sorley made Richard lion hearted could not do such a thing well mannered men in there thinking back then The road to heaven leads not revelation but understanding four thoudand miles of history a scab on a wound such as us is now how can such comprehend thousands of years Before the oil for oil will not the world need to survive but the wise of the east have so sucked us dry stupid am I how must they feel. The reaper for nought has tilled there fields hallowed empty such fiedls for want? Tell us why mistakes we all make uttered from lips to compassion will lead no need to bleed children for politics money grubbers lies to protect saith I. May die (A Coward not)