Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Wars Away

When I was a child
A great war seized our land
And other lands as well.
I saw the thunder and death
On movie screens.
I knew the sorrow was great
When some did not return
And adults cried.
Now I am old,
And the wars keep coming.
Fewer die
But the thunder and death continue.
And when I die,
Will there still be wars?
Must there be?
Are there not hearts among us
Who say no more
All over our lands?
Let us live
With no more wars away.

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