Man-KindA Poem by pheasantIf we give up hope, then who will be there to change the day?Teenagers and tanks
Tangle on the banks While money mongers mingle And possessions they jingle In this dreary picture of a manly kind Should not we leave space for a revolving Mind? What I can foresee Within this mystery Is that top notch sarges Will yield their charges As folks like you and me Make free Our minds and hearts... And blessing starts To be the new way... To save this day © 2011 pheasantAuthor's Note
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