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Poetry Is Our Refuge

Poetry Is Our Refuge

Poetry is the language of love

It's a concerto by Mozart

A symphony by Beethoven

The greatest feeling the world has known

From the very first dawn

We have recognized our purpose in life

To procreate for the survival of mankind

To ensure that future generations

Will thrive and prosper

Perhaps in a better world where

Love and peace thrive in great abundance

Devoid of wars, of famine, of hate

It has always astounded me

How humans can be so utterly inhuman

What am I missing

Were these barbarian born with an extra gene

That allows them without conscience

The ability to commit horrific acts of terror

Do they go home at night

As if at the end of a hard day's work

Put their feet up and watch their murderous acts

On the six o'clock news

It is beyond my comprehension

And of all loving and law abiding citizens

Poetry is the language of love

Poetry is our refuge

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Lucas Lazar

Since the world is world there have been noble people and abominations that after committing a crime is drink a glass of wine and eat a great sandwich with ham. In the world there are two predominant breeds, the peaceful and violent men and everything that happens today on the planet depends on them. Also influences the crime mental pathologies, today many dangerous psychopaths live among us without knowing it, evil is as old as humanity and poetry has always been a refuge for humanity, a flimsy shelter, many poets have been executed by their singing, by calling the wine, wine and bread, bread.

Greetings, I love the composition.

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Jack Ellison

You are so very kind, my good friend! Your commentaries are always welcome! Cheers!

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