MY HAIKU

All my poetic friends do haiku, so I will too.

I heard your haiku,
and feared for your cold,
so bless you, bless you!

DEPRESSION HAIKU
Was I all alone
at being to poor to buy
a nickle iced cone?

Glaciers melting choose
to flood low land coastlines,
Yet only beach we lose?

From under rocks
the real hate emerges,
set extinction 
clocks.

Profiteers from war
should march and carry the guns
to even the score