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Warring Madness of Mankind
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Weeping willow, draping low
Can you hear the roar, the blow
Kindled by our greed we throw
Weeping clouds of sorrow, woe.
Gilded finger filter finds
As it twists, maneuvers, winds
Breaches as it enters mind
Shakes the cradle, breaks the bind.
Warring
madness of mankind
Raping self and human kind
Crushing down on tender bud
Dripping poison in the blood.
© 4 February
1983 Audrie Inise Shively Rogers
Copyright © 4
February 1983- All Rights Reserved
and may not be
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