O' father look down upon thy monkeys with shame
Give them hands and they beat their brother down
O' father look as they murder in their countries' name
Give them rock and they forge a golden crown
O' Father watch them as they put lines in the ground
Give them throats and they slit each other
O' Father no love can ever be found
Give them free will and they blow up one another
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Philosophical Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry about the world around us and my views. I hope you enjoy.
