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Friday, September 11, 2009

Consider this your poem of the day.

Why do we do this?

Damn.
Why do we do this to one another?
You used to smile
I used to laugh
Why do we do this to one another?
Have we grown up
So that we see things in a harsher light
Less cheerful
Breathing in the smog of the city
Polluting the children.
Damn
Why do we do this to one another?
Why are we killing each other?
Why?
Why?
Neighbors pull triggers
To guns that kill.
Wars.
Wars for religions
For conquest.
Why?
So much senseless violence.
Make it stop
We've got to make it stop.
I'm begging you
Make your stand.
Damn.
Why do we do this to one another?
Why?
Why?
We're killing each other.
Why?
So much violence.
Needless violence.
People dying
For nothing.
Nothing.
Damn.
Why do we do this to one other?
Why?
Damn.
Why do we do this?


Abby, you probably remember this one. Origionally written for Memorial Day, but I think it fits this as well.

4 comments:

  1. Yes, I remember. You never told me it was written for Memorial Day.

    Ah, yes, 9/11. I personally don't remember it very well, but. . .

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