I kill people everyday,
When the money I have
Could be given away.
The clothes that I own,
Bleed as they are sewn
The food that I waste,
Feeds starvation’s waist
Technology that I buy,
Fuels war crime’s cry.
I kill people everyday,
When I do not resist.
Categories: Nonfiction, PoetryTags: , , , , , , , , ,


  1. Wonderful! The last line, though, is something to ponder. Yes or No? Hm..

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    • Yes. Apathy and turning a blind eye is just as bad as committing the crime in my opinion. We can’t change the world but we can change ourselves and hope to create a ripple effect to lead by example.

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      • And yet sometimes I kill people by resisting too much. For me, I have to know when to resist and when to not. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Stay alert!


      • I think that is a fair statement and one I would agree with you on. I think the key to all aspects of life is balance. I wish you well on your journey!

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  2. That’s a really great poem! Very good how you go beyond our daily lives.

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  3. That’s a lot to swallow but a lot harder to say, but what drives us to action? Makes me think to myself and inventory I could spread out


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