Drops of black and white bleed
Poverty living scars speed
Enmity veins squeal,
Reality quite often seems bleak
So then calamity asks society, “where is morality”?
War makes the headline news as if poetry.
Consciousness gets the stop as if it’s scrutiny
White blood cells, red blood cells, starve for purity.
Life persistently provides, while humans consistently divides.
I say, Mojiba says; “puss in humanness is the essence of man’s madness!”
Bleeding drops of black and white; purple tears shed
Cameras flash, flash, ignorance splash, splash!
Man ordains the deeds when he plants the seeds.
Wisdom shall always be; wounded conquerors escape out of the shallow graves
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Drops of black and white bleeeeeds….

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Drops of black and white bleed Poverty living scars speed Enmity veins squeal, Reality quite often seems bleak So then calamity asks society, “where is morality”? War makes the headline news as if poetry. Consciousness gets the stop as if it’s scrutiny White blood cells, red blood cells, starve for purity. Life persistently provides, while humans consistently...

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