Poems Of Pain - Poem by Bron Kozakiewicz
I am not sorry for my poems of pain,
It's what I know best and my sources won't drain.
Wherever you look there's always some hurt,
Whether it's here in our land or the dry African dirt.
Pain and sorrow is right round the world,
For men and for women, for boys and for girls.
The animals and plants too have their share of grief,
Because the pain that we've caused is beyond all belief.
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