As the earth spins 'round
Violence enhances
One blunt blow glances
Children beaten, bruises are sore
Wives show their husbands to the door
Animals are kicked, slain to the ground
That sure is one poor looking hound
Millions of bad people, doing bad things
Nothing seems to pull those heart strings.
k.g
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colorless
PoetryIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
