A Poem: The Net Effect
July 8, 2005 · Posted in Poems
The Net Effect
I can’t be angry or even cry
Though time is passing quickly by.
Each day I wonder how to try
And try to wonder where am I?
Who am I and what am I?
A person passing quickly by?
Seeing nothing quite so strange,
Each and every waking day.
As weapons burn and break the babes,
And children, children waste away.
And anger, still she stays at bay,
Not letting me feel that this day.
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