In The End... - Poem by Eric Cockrell
spraying the crops
with Agent Orange!
old people sitting in the cold...
babies born to babies,
with nowhere to turn...
young people living in cars.
one war over, another begins!
the price of oil goes up.
meth labs, break ins,
another business closing doors...
the lies and the promises
become even more hollow....
salvation, redemption, just plain survive!
the buildings on fire,
they just stand and watch!
black skin, brown skin, white skin, all....
indignant, and hungry,
turning against the wind!
in the end...
only the truth will stand!
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