The real war

Tue, 06/23/2015 - 11:05 -- Cowm4n3

'Tis not a fight between black and white,
Nor a quarell between boy and girl.
Shed not the Gore of rich and poor,
Nor conquer the place of sinful race.
Yet fight within yourself
the evil realms
this growing hell
that overwhelms.
Before it is too late,
let not it take
everything that lies at stake.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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