The insatiable need to be right,
provokes often a brutal fight.
To solve a dispute,
I’ll beat you with my fists,
perhaps end ones life in a
totally different twist.
Look at the fields of battle,
bodies strewn like herds of cattle.
O we teach our young well,
when all goes wrong, you must
act like the beast from hell.
So where do we draw the line,
learn to be compassionate and kind.
How do we change our ways
when the beast of terror strikes each day.
Do we lay down in silence,
nod our heads and walk away.
Do we get on bended knee
and pray day after day.
Who has the truthful answer,
this world is deadly with our
chronic bleeding ulcers and
our gruesome death by cancer.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: March 28/2015
Beast of Terror
March 28th, 2015 · No Comments
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