A sample of my poetry. (This work is owned by me but unpublished)
By John Woolard
February 3, 2018 2:54am CST
Lachrymal Life A random bullet, and the child is gone; innocent in her bed, now to sleep too long. Why does the evil live, when the pure are taken? Man no longer loves, and the children are forsaken. If no one is willing to stop the strife, what is left is only lachrymal life. (c)2011 John Woolard
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I like your poem. It's simple but has a message to share why life is sorrowful. It's because an innocent little is asleep and was killed by a stray bullet from a heartless culprit. Why it did happen? That's the big question to be answered to give justice to innocent sleeping child.
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