Beware The Wrath

Poem By Eric Cockrell

beware the wrath of the man
whose degree is written
in the callouses and bruises

on his time worn hands...
who gave it all, and then some,
never quitting, nor looking back.

whose family his world,
whose faith in the others
who worked and walked beside....

whose life you've destroyed
with unthinking greed,
who now has no identity

other than a number....
beware the wrath of the man
who built your home!

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