They Weep...

Warm bloods, and cold bloods
we walk amongst. We must not
retreat, for their souls do weep...
they weep, they weep...Broken
and discarded and thrown in a
heap, they seek to be loved...
they seek, they seek....We
must not retreat for they
weep, they weep....
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4 Responses Jan 17, 2013

Thank you for that poem of caring for others.

beautiful, so beautiful, thank you and God bless you for these touching words.

Thank you kind soul..

It is a blessing with a curse

Our journey does not end here, what kills the flesh which is cursed makes no difference in the next.

I love this! Wow

Be kind...for they do project the opposite of what they really desire
which comes from being stuck in the muck and mire.