Monitor
Love was found while searching,
The caves, and the carvings.
Scattered on stones,
Here, there, everywhere
In all the continents…
I guess, and hope am right,
Different were sex, love.
First was for short while but
Latter was for lifetime.
If abused was latter
Was caused by prior.
If trick is the seed
For growing tree
Fruit is mistrust.
Review, study
The simple and in need
Cheated by the greed.
The gunners in schools
And place of worship
Or alleys, streets
Are, always, or mostly,
Abandoned and ignored,
By parents and the rich
To become wealthier
With money, or power.
Foolishly, foolishness
Mislead the wanderers,
To become dangerous.
Study women, kids,
Being raped when in need,
And attacks, extremes,
All have roots in greed.
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