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Tag: Humanity
A Clergyman’s Prayer
O for wisdom, not possessed,to understand the whims of man –to analyze his mind and heartand then try to control his hand. O for wisdom, not possessed,to cleanse this creature’s thoughts of hate –to make of him a foe of warbefore he makes that… Continue Reading “A Clergyman’s Prayer”
Love Is a Child
Love is a child; it beliefs fairy tales –pleasantries, fantasies, and happy endings.Love is a believer; it blots out reasoninflicts its wounds with unfathomable sensibilityafoot, light-headed it condones deceits’ daring –you can make a man out of an ape.A Rake; can be reformed to… Continue Reading “Love Is a Child”
Money is Only Paper
He’s mad,if a man is after moneylike a fugitive on the run.He’s a capitalistif he keeps itby whatever means necessary –ruining anyone solely for profit. He’s a playboyif he spends itwithout a careon booze n’ boobs.A never-do-wellif he doesn’t get itat the dint of… Continue Reading “Money is Only Paper”
A Sermon
7 Social Sins there are:Wealth without work.Pleasure without conscience.Knowledge without character.Commerce without morality.Science without humanity.Worship without sacrifice.Politics without principle. Copyright © Frederick Lewis Donaldson |1925 Frederick Lewis Donaldson (1860-1953) was an Anglican priest, well known as the Red Vicar of St Mark’s Leicester, and… Continue Reading “A Sermon”
War is for the Poor
Vultures don’t feast on the caravans of the affluentFlies and worms banquet pleasurablyOn the carcasses of the vulnerable,War is for the poor.Guns and bullets prove their mightOn the harmless bodies of the poorMass graves willing to embrace their bodiesWar is for the poorWar does… Continue Reading “War is for the Poor”
A WORLD WITHOUT TEARS
Think of a world, a world without tearsWhere a man can live for a thousand yearsWith never a grief, an ache or a painAnd never a thought of dying again. Think of a world where a man plants a vineHe can sit in its… Continue Reading “A WORLD WITHOUT TEARS”
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