October 20th 2023A Poem by Lathen GriffithsDiary entry 293
Don’t be gentle
with your language on warfare, Hate it, slate it, kick it in it’s teeth Until it’s not there. And when that puny head rises speaking words of hatred and discrimination, Chop it off, Chop it off Cut it off clean So one day We may see The peace we’ve not seen. © 2023 Lathen Griffiths |
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2 Reviews Added on October 20, 2023 Last Updated on October 20, 2023 AuthorLathen GriffithsUnited KingdomAbout“Sometimes when I’m sleeping my mind writes poetry, sometimes when I’m awake I remember what it’s written.” Lathen Griffiths. Lathen Griffiths is an alternative i.. more..Writing
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