A Norwegian fool
thought that it was cool
to kill girls and young men,
about eighty; imagine if you can.
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shutting eyes will not stop occurence. retaliation and punishment from societal force is the need of hour. your is lovely to read
things like this happen everywhere, but in certain countries it is exposed. Aufie! you have protested for a cause!
good write Zophy! WOW so much write though wish could reach that standard but slowly.... getting there. good thing. KIP ROWLIN'
Capitalism..greedism..powerism at all cost, even hiding the truth! That is the world today...nice topic you hav written! Thanks.
The last lines are witty: -) and it is really a thought provoking poem.
A beautiful words are remain lovely even though the topic is murder. Beautiful poem, my friend....
I enjoyed both the message and the delivery of this poem. Agree :)
Ah great rhymin splendid poem on a killer and repeat bad news. Lets pray 4 more gud news then. Thumbs up poet.
Wow! so so melodious poem with beautiful rhymes.I really appreciate not only the meaning but also the style of composing.Well done! ! ! ! !
So I invite you now to join me, not to look at news anymore on tv. All that time we will prefer to spend Sending inspiring emails to a friend! This is inspirational. I open a newspaper, read sport news and hand the paper over to another person. A habit for almost ten years. I loved you poetry. Very nice and nicely versed.
Yes indeed, the news is always full of doom and gloom which is all very depressing. I am sure there are many good things which we never hear about - we need to strike a balance and believe that for every bad event there is a good one, perhaps there is really more good than bad - I hope so! A great write Aufie, very well penned.
Great poem, very true! I agree with each word, you spoke from my heart, thank you! Yes I try to avoid the tv news, also the newspaper for I got too tired of wars and crimes. Highest ten, thank you for writing this gem.
No news is often the best news. A thoughtful write with good advice. Why do we torture ourselves with all the grimness that is today? A little more poetry would suffice