Birds Of Prey...

we keep ending up
back at the Little Big Horn...
victims of our own aggressive greed.
Crazy Horse wept
with the tears of God,
while the birds of prey
picked the flesh from the bones.

you cannot ease your own suffering
by causing suffering to others.
what we do to feed our insatiable mouths
leaves scars on the bottoms of our feet!

freedom doesnt conquer,
righteousness doesnt judge!
equality means everybody,
and i mean everybody!

Dylan said: 'money doesnt talk,
it swears! '... i say money is the disease,
and almost never the cure!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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