ManA Poem by Tate MorganBy taking life what do we gain rendering us all one has owned Do we inherit sorrowed pain for our own failure to have grownMany men awed by another have then sought out their fellows land Man shall turn brother on brother to steal of him his woman's hand
How do we claim the virtue love yet pray to our war in the same We speak of peace from up above then kill each other in his name
By taking life what do we gain rendering all someone may own Do we inherit sorrowed pain for our own failure to have grown
I see good men, both meek and mild but those who kill so needlessly Take life of someone’s loving child depleting all humanity
What will they say when we're no more beware those who kill their own kind We will become what all deplore until only the wind you'll find
© 2021 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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