Robin Millstone Poems

As decades pass swiftly the hourglass of time
marks all proclamations of Man's sacred crimes.
Upon one another we've brandished our swords
expecting that God will exalt His rewards
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Backs are breaking!
Toes are stomped.
People's tempers clearly swamped.
Who will help us fix this mess?
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God gave us cunning; gave us minds,
He gave us struggles thus defined
in matters facing choices wrought…
In matters that may be for naught.
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My papa, he had children - three,
now two are dead and gone.
And while I was the lesser liked -
‘tis me who carries on…
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