Any Volunteers

Any Volunteers short poem

Uploaded by Robert Green

When every star is blanketed
including heaven’s gate,
who will paint the colours
of sunrise on the lake.

When hearing is of thunder
with splitting huricanes,
whe can sing of love of life.

When speeches all run out of words
and talk speaks fear with hate,
who does pen the poets’ verse
to journal mankind’s fate.

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