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Man Is The Enemy

Man is the enemy

A wasted land of pure beauty,
filled with men of jaded mind.
I see the mute mountain,
silent witness to man’s folly.
The tears of heaven
dilute the blood of the guilty and innocent alike,
the land echoes with the sound of hate,
an assassins bullet
kills us all.
Politicians, a pack of dogs
clamour with words of calm.
I lay on my back
focus my mind towards the stars,
so cool and quiet,
so peaceful
and try to dream of love.

© PG Allen
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