Murder And Blindness!

we have lived too long,
too well by murder and blindness!
what else can you call it?
when the hand chops off the foot,
and paints the face of an enemy...
when the fingers
allow the toes to starve...
and trees and mountains
stand in line weeping,
waiting to view the casket!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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