Sharp is the smell of inanimate beings <br /> Crushing the breath out of once life-giving <br /> Creatures who reap the plight that their <br /> Artificial gods have them bear <br /> So on flows the river that packs their minds <br /> With twisted logic and truth only lies <br /> I am tired of a world in dismay <br /> So who is my savior to take me away<br /><br />Mark Millspaugh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-and-prejudice/
