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  MANKIND SORROWS

  
  From
  The First Strike
  of CAIN,
  
  To
  All
  The WARS Fought
  
  To Each,
  INHABITANT
  of This World
         
  A Mighty FOE!
  Has Struck
  
  MAN
  Against HIMSELF
  
  Let
  us End it on a NOTE
  
  MAN
  Without GOD:
  
  There
  is no HOPE
  
  TO
  THE SOULS,
  WHO ASKED WHY?
  
  I
  was Trying
  To FIGHT
  The other Guy
  
  I
  Could not
  UNDERSTAND
  Why
  
  All
  Else
  Had To DIE
  
  I
  Was Trying
  To Make
  a Better WORLD
  
  By
  Ending All
  That Were
  not of This RACE
  
  SORROW
  For Those
  HUMANS
  
  Who
  Have
  FORGOTTEN
  Their RACE..
  
  A Poeatreeman
  
  We
  are
  The HUMAN RACE
  
  Let
  Us
  Act UPON it Now
  
  Or
  We
  Will Find
  OURSELVES
  
  Out
  of PLACE
  
  Looking
  AT a  WORLD
  
  We
  Do Not Know
  
  Wondering
  Who is
  HUMAN
  
  IMMIGRANT
  or ALIEN
  
  I LOOKED
  I
  Did not See
  The 
  DIFFERENCE
  
  MAN
  Looked,
  
  HATRED;
  Was
  The
  DIFFERENCE.
  
  A Poet’s Note
  
  Hope and Love
  Saw
  The TRUTH
  
  Yet
  Still it Stayed
  in Spite of MAN
  
  I
  Pray That GOD
  Will Keep us Near
  
  For
  Man will  DIE;
  
  When
  HATRED KILLS ALL
  
  SORROW
  Will Be No More
  
  For
  MANKIND;
  
  Will
  Have LOSS
  it  ALL.
             
  Edgar Allan Prieto
  5/28/2006
  Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

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