The World Today - Poem by David Bowman
The world cries out in sad despair,
Does not your brother care,
Colour creed, it matters not
So be it your brother lot.
Can he not stretch his hand in peace,
Defeating want, that wars may cease,
The hands of time are wearing thin
What price, the victors win
Man in his restless state of mind,
Cannot seem to find,
The common bond, that all must share
To Love his brothers everywhere
Yet there is this never ending seed,
Of mans inhumanity and greed
Which seems to show its ugly face
A weakness of the human race.
Man must realize this world we share.
Has been left to him in care
He must in time learn to live in peace,
So that war and want forever cease.
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