Poem By Thomas Plotz
Her beauty wraps with a red checkered fabric
And her teary eyes with a shock of expectation of a better world.
Anytime there will be a blast somewhere.
She requests to stop the war.
They do not want to stop.
All are at the gambling table and they use these innocents as trump cards.
One day all these War veterans will be punished severely.
Who makes a harmless bomb and eradicate these nasty wars?