sitting at the table, eating dinner, watching tv that shows yet another possible genocide, turning back to eat my dinner and muting the cries of women, children and men.


the question

Such great illness
Tangible despair
Troublesome life
Does anyone care?

Graves dug too shallow
Pain still too new
Blood on the streets
Where hatred once grew

Material possession
Too important, too great?
Why do we do nothing
All action's too late





Poetry by Marcus
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Written on 2005-10-25 at 17:56

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