Tuesday, May 8, 2007

I see through glass a great green tree
with hand-like leaves with claw-like ends,
who seem to point as though at me,
a human being, who yet not mends
his greedy deadly sins, which sends
a land of men to war, to fight
to kill the man who walks, who wends
across the land to take by might
the thing he owns by painful birth- the ancient right.

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