Flame of ViolenceA Poem by Geralyn MillerViolence, is an equal opportunity destroyer. Bullets are colorblind. The ache in a Mother's heart when her child is murdered, does not change with the color of her skin. No matter if the eyes are blue or brown, all tears are salt, as all blood is red.
Violence is a wildfire, burning out of control; often destroying the one who lit the flame.
Violence is a weapon used by the vicious and stupid . . . and by those without hope. © 2010 Geralyn Miller |
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Added on September 23, 2010 Last Updated on September 23, 2010 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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