Saturday, November 14, 2009

Pain



Wounds

I’m scarred by the wounds of others,
Their suffering I did not inflict,
The result of greed and ignorance,
Sometimes just one man’s sad edict.

I’ll never forget the Germans,
Who gave up their right to choose,
Lulled by trumped up hate and apathy,
Then the deaths of six million Jews.

Maybe Japan could have been tamed,
With the deaths of just three men,
But alas, we have Hiroshima,
And genocide, all over again.

The Middle East, countries in Africa,
In my own city, no peace yet realized…
Evolution works for some species,
Yet man’s incapable of being civilized.

1 comment:

  1. Mike,
    This is an excellent poem. I have been to Hiroshima and cried.

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