This Pen BleedsA Chapter by Wondering Mind
This humble pen
bleeds tonight,
on a forsaken page.
In a story of human plight,
and
not so uncommon carnage.
It bleeds the wounds of flowers
that have not yet bloomed.
Little children of 1, 2, 3,
maybe 4,
or maybe more.
In Sirilanka, Iraq, Gaza, and Darfur.
and more, so MUCH MORE.
Surely,
“humanity’s” doomed.
What for?
For an old psycho's dream?
I scream.
What for?
This humble pen bleeds.
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