Because we all want to write more poems.
Letter to John Lennon
John, I am trying, but I cannot
Imagine that world where there is
Nothing to kill or die for.
When we look at strangers faces
We see the differences instead of similarities
Our us is much smaller than our them
What kind of slap in the face
Would it take to convince us
That there are no possessions?
We've lost everything over and over
We've lost sons and daughters
What could we possibly own?
One thing. We own our religion.
That is something that none of the rest
Of God's creatures wants any part of.
John, when your candle was blown out
I hope you found that world
And I hope someday to join you.
- Neil McKay's Shared Poems
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Clayton Medeiros
November 12, 2012
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Through the centuries and before the written word, this would be
Through the centuries and before the written word, this would be a prayer just as John Lennon's song is a prayer.