Poem for Arthur Hall
When
I was
Very
Young,
The
World
Was
Green,
But
From
All
I’ve
Seen,
Today
The
View
Is
Gray.
If
We
Are
All
The
Same,
Why
Do
So
Many
Bring
Shame,
Destroy
And
Kill
With
The
Excuse
Its
Some
Gods
Will?
We
Are
NOT
Alike,
I must
Assert,
Many
Seek
Only
To
Hurt.
Their
Souls
Are
Made
Of
Mud,
They
Live
On
Blood
Like
Insects,
Until
They
Die.
We
Can’t
Know
Why
Savages
Hold
Sway,
And
Others
Cheat
And
Lie,
And
Commit
Humanities
Crimes
Down
Through
Time.
Hope
Is
Thin,
But
Every
Day,
I strive
To
Understand
The
Harsh
World
Of
Warlike
Man,
And
I seek
Grace
In
Every
Strangers
Face.
When
I was
Very
Young,
The
World
Was
Green,
But
From
All
I’ve
Seen,
Today
The
View
Is
Gray.
If
We
Are
All
The
Same,
Why
Do
So
Many
Bring
Shame,
Destroy
And
Kill
With
The
Excuse
Its
Some
Gods
Will?
We
Are
NOT
Alike,
I must
Assert,
Many
Seek
Only
To
Hurt.
Their
Souls
Are
Made
Of
Mud,
They
Live
On
Blood
Like
Insects,
Until
They
Die.
We
Can’t
Know
Why
Savages
Hold
Sway,
And
Others
Cheat
And
Lie,
And
Commit
Humanities
Crimes
Down
Through
Time.
Hope
Is
Thin,
But
Every
Day,
I strive
To
Understand
The
Harsh
World
Of
Warlike
Man,
And
I seek
Grace
In
Every
Strangers
Face.
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