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We've had so many wars, and yet
Diseases killed some more,
When I turn on my TV set,
I sometimes see the gore.
I see a world dragged down in debt
That leaders still ignore,
And here am I, filled with regret,
As if life's such a chore.
Man's had his share of accidents,
And beds in hospitals,
Read prophecies of mad events
Despite God's miracles,
A world war comes, yet none repents,
Men stare as each bomb falls,
This wicked world has lost all sense
No wonder it appals.
Denis Martindale. April 2021.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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