I WISH
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I want to write a poem,
To reach around the world.
That will heal the wounds,
We inflict upon ourselves.
Where do I start?
What words can I impart?
That will protect us,
From the looming dark.
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CALMER
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Karma is a bitch,
Not so much for the mega rich.
Gives me an itch.
I'll go and get a gun.
Start a revolution.
The mega rich have won.
Not the right solution.
I have to scratch the itch,
Because of the mega rich,
Otherwise life is a bitch.
The solution to the mega rich pollution,
A creative stun,
A collective shun.
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THE BLOOD IS ON YOUR SHOULDER.
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Murderers abound,
Acts they commit astound.
With gun, or knife, or blunt instrument,
They take the lives of the innocent.
That special class of killers,
The serial sinners.
The media,
Has made them winners.
You can watch them,
While you eat your TV dinners.
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Love the first one best and the last 2 lines of the last one wraps it up perfectly. So nice Rowan. ❤️
Thank you for your comment Zoë, thank you for reading.