A Friend ?

by | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

I’ve seen the weak and the poor,
Met the destitute and the dying.
Destroyed families and lives,
Without really trying.

Death from above,
Death in the air.
Deliverer of pain and suffering
I’ve developed quite a flair.

Pass me another bottle,
Share a cigarette with me.
Only when it’s dark
Can you feel safe with me?

Who am I?


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