Poem 23

Smell
Touch
Vision
Taste
Hear the people wailing.

Taste
Touch
Hear
Vision
Smell the decay.

Hear
Touch
Smell
Vision
Taste the bitter words.

Vision
Smell
Taste
Hear
Touch the hand of the dead

Taste
Touch
Smell
Hear
Vision a life without violence.

Let us be better
Let us love equally.
Easily without judgment.
Let us close our eyes and pray.

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About monalisasrandomthoughts

I craft people poems. I laugh out-loud. I love all things. Everything is about order. My movements are chess. Everything to me calculates. I just look like this.
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