Poetry

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Man's inhumanity
Makes countless thousands mourn.
A piece of earth made to live,
We've earned our Father's scorn.

We're the bad boys of the planet,
Who walk in shoes upright.
We differ only in our posture
From beasts that feast at night.

When we pass on, our name lives on
In the records of our nation,
Or in the genes of a child,
A rebirth of creation.

Let us pray as he grows,
He'll learn to be a man.
Strong in mind, big in heart,
With the good book in his hand.


Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America

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