Poor Abraham Poem by Kevin Patrick II
Poor Abraham
Lately, I have been keeping
My copy of the Torah
next to my copy
of Mein Kampf
as one mans struggle
has become a nations goal
As all the cries of the faithful
Lay under a butchers red thumb
Did we trade the thousand year Reich
For a no mans land of paradise?
Who are Gods true children?
To command such genocide?
Poor Abraham lies
in the graveyard of fireflies
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