Noble Cause - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Noble Cause

He went to his grave
Without having to
Say I’m sorry,
Leaving behind a legacy of
Pain and destruction
Born of pettiness and fear,
Helping no one,
Advancing no noble cause,
Only there to tend to
His abject brokenness.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer