22 killed, 79 wounded as a bomb is set off at Ariana Grande concert in Manchester attended by teenage girls.
We bleat, we spout
Write pointless verse
Then we see how evil hurts.
There's evil in the hearts of men
And little hope of peace on Earth
Wishy, washy talk of peace
Can't cope when men
Slay little girls.
We have to hold our anger in
But won't see peace
While men so sin.
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Third Verse: More Poems from Andrew Green
PoetryHighest #55 in poetry. Like my previous collections Third Verse is a mix of moods and styles with a mission to entertain. I keep it light and good humoured if I can but there's often a message there too.
