An ANZAC day reflection
on the troops that protect us.

~L~

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ANZAC_day


We All Bleed The Same



Gangs of a different colour
Cannot agree and so fight one another,
But we're born with the same organs and brain,

Religions of many disagreeing faiths
Always usually use war to solve their debates,
Yet the blood we all bleed is the same,

Is there something they know that I don't?
For I do not understand
This wasted bloodshed of fellow man,
We all bleed the same
Whether white, yellow, or black,
We're born with the same organs and brain
So why can't we, as a whole race, get together our act?

25/04/09



Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-04-27 at 12:15

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Well Liz, this poem shows me that your heart is in the
right place...I enjoyed reading it for what you are saying in it...
Unfortunately, there is no one answer to your question...

xxx Stan
2009-04-28


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
A very good question! One that would not need to be asked if we could find that seemingly unattainable point of love - a place that I am still searching for, even in a yearning for it, and I don't mean romantic love either. True unconditional love is more complicated than that. It will, in my opinion at least, one day cure the world of bloodshed. Thanks for sharing these thoughts.
2009-04-27