PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … May 30th, 2018

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Some Folks

by Jonathan Richard Cring

 

Some folks want to fight

To guard what they deem right

Protecting their little ones

With planes, bombs and guns.

 

Some folks are in fear

That doom is always near

Never certain you’re on their side

They huddle away and hide.

 

Some folks love to hate

To control a brother’s fate

Finding something inferior

To make themselves superior

 

Some folks choose to believe

In a God who will receive

Quietly they sing the song

Just grateful to belong.

 

Some folk are not folk

Convinced it’s all a joke

Ungrateful for their birth

They curse Mother Earth.

 

Yet all folks, can’t you see

Are really just you and me?

 

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