The Cause

A contribution to Ronovan’s Decima Challenge #51 with CAUSE being the prompt word on the A rhyme line.

The Cause

I've long been faithful to the cause,
the striving for a kinder world,
a pregnant blossoming unfurled,
capitalism's menopause.

Arms dealers, with their rabid wars,
consigned to tilling common land;
beachcombers on the long sea-strand
picking over long lost treasure,
that pure, ancient, human pleasure
of reaching out a helping hand.
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By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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