whose guilt will call,
for justice to fall?
for brothers in arms,
embraced by war's harms;
slaves who have bled,
diamonds stained red.
for animals' skin,
now haute couture sin.
oceans' whispering breath,
screams of imminent death.
for those who resist
swastika'd communist.
Tibetan monk's chant,
red sickle has stamp't.
for The People's blind trust,
raped by dictator's lust.
Muslim pride shorn,
Jewish life torn....
for child's ray of smile,
perversion turned vile.
ideals who've fallen,
ill and forgotten.
for whom should bells toll,
if not for us all?
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Txandi Prostituted by Life, Life Prostituted by Txandi
PoetryA living anthology of poems through darkness and light, highs and lows, experiments and discoveries, will and serendipity. Poetry that is musical, requiem or elegy, classic or hardstyle. These poems have seen me through the best and worst. Some of m...
