Unequal Terror - Tory - Poem by jerry hughes
In the West we start the day
with breakfast, having spent
the night in a comfortable bed.
In the East they start the day hungry,
having spent the night on a dirt floor.
This can't and must not go on.
Comments about Unequal Terror - Tory by jerry hughes
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye