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Curiously acrostic
Curiosity
Can I find the answer
Upon a library shelf
Reading points of history
It alone won’t find itself.
Or will I just ignore it
Sit and wonder why
Interesting novel facts
Take legs-pass me by
Yes curiously I must open up-pry.
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To hug a tree
It’s rings with tales of history
Lover’s notes with penknife etched
beneath shady leaves outstretched
Feel the earth from which its roots
Energies from the soil to sooth
Wrap yourself in morning dew
It’s spirit to the mind imbue.
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Hearing voices in the dust
Hearing voices in the dust
Today like any other day
Children laughing-joyful-play
Siren sounds thoughts perplexed
Wondering what will happen next.
Flashing lights-siren’s sound
Screaming-sobbing underground
Burning-melting-acrid smell
Am I dreaming-gone to hell.
Opening my eyes I find
Dreadful darkness in my mind
Innocence shattered-so unjust
Hearing voices in the dust.
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The longer we do nothing
The longer we do nothing:
Children within Europe
Murdered in their beds
Bombs rein down on innocents
Lives now torn to shreds.
Leaders fearing outright war
Sanction a dictator
While he without a conscience
Marches on our lands.
How he must be laughing
At our stuttering indecision
Applauding all our weaknesses
With sneering, scowl, derision.
He marches with impunity
From so called powerful nations
people throwing petrol bombs
From homemade battle stations.
Every time we hesitate
We elevate his power
He now feels invincible
In his soviet ivory tower.
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It’s innocents who suffer
Its the innocent who suffer
Children born in bunkers deep
Fear preventing them from sleep
Lives once with hope fulfilled
Aspirations lifestyle build.
Minds mounting murderous deeds
Onto their ego evil feeds
A rat into a corner finds
A place in its disfigured mind.
Can we now stand idly by
Watch that terror, hear their cry
Or will we stand as family
Prevent this worlds calamity.
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