The First Shrike

Rookie (Still Waiting-Inpending / Hernando County Florida)

Human Race (Only.0001% Of America Is This Way) - Poem by The First Shrike

To him do
I speak
from where
he has
all souls
so crushed
with out

We all
no respite
for it is not
for the money
or that of

In America
we have
mortgage paid
we care
not about

Your Blood
is as
as that of
the stars

For if They
cannot control
such mass
what meaning
of life so
you think they
would offer


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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