How could we gaze upon
The tortured, bruised, wounded,
And be able to do nothing
Yet hang our heads in shame?
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A Lonely Echo - Poems For The People
PoetryA collection of rambles that I'm calling poetry, inspired by various events in my life and my imagination. There will be a mix of structured and unstructured poetry, bright, cheerful poems and sad, lonely poems. I'm trying something new with this...
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How could we gaze upon
The tortured, bruised, wounded,
And be able to do nothing
Yet hang our heads in shame?
