Degree of substance.
where are universal estimations
which should corrupt these sounds?
I call for warfare
yet in this dimension
we wait for peace.
So on and on we thrive on such a station,
to make the point.
to be the point.
or should the great assault on martian soil
Enrich our brotherhood,
Then the better man will be appeased.
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Author:
michael h moore (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the constant call to arms even on a domestic level when the true desire of human beings is for peace.
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