Shame - Poem by Randel Horton
Born in a world unknown to me
I find myself talking to a tree
That tells me you think I am free?
Men like you make paper out of me.
See the water it lets out a holler
every hour from pain and pollution
While men like you say they have a
I say that nature comes together and
Shows her self plain.
but men like you
must live in shame.
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