Oct 19 2005


Published by at 4:16 am under Poetry,Politics

by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©

How do we know right from wrong?

Why do the strong abuse the weak,
the smart mock we that are slow?

Do they not know that our lives are
entwined, connected by our shared

Were we brothers once,
sisters, mothers, and soul-mates?

Did Cain’s distain cut so deep
that we are all marked by it?

Is this the legacy we leave our children?

I hope,

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