Memento Mori ~ Philip Brent Harris

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How lovely a bouquet, yellow daffodils,
in a clear glass vase, the stems cut short,
die the sooner; their life and beauty stills.
Though death comes for all life, no resort.

From the far field we hear a loud report.
Death stalks killing fields and marks all,
knowing lives of children, it will abort,
when to the duty of war any nation calls.

Warmonger tics suck the blood of youth.
Evil conspiracy by men who never fight.
Profligate waste of life, the simple truth;
murder of who might save us, isn’t right.

Look, flowers grow where soldiers fall,
though they grow well with just manure,
We should pound the fat tics with a maul.
Hell, let’s just dump them down a sewer.

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Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,  Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment

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