Poet's Of The Old - Poem by James McLain
Visionaries with out sight I have gone blind.
Women and old men that could not find.
Civil unrest - political discourse people wish to live
but at what cost.
To change the world since time began,
so many times were forced to start again.
The spirit stays the same and Jesus never said.
What you do I said you do for me.
You may touch the stars if you believe.
You may heal your fellow man and see.
You may learn forgiveness never bleed.
You should never kill a prophet over greed.
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