All about us dead men fall
Children scream and women call
Good is shattered Earth is broken
All of this is just a token
Pain surrounds us crying loud
Suffering that makes us bowed
Where is safety? Where is peace?
When will all this anger cease?
Hurting can not get relief
Those with hearts are filled with grief
Anguish settled in our minds
Men with good hearts hard to find
In the midst of all this wicked
Hope to come is still predicted
Justice in the form of Love
Heavenly Father from above
you are amazing Lydia, your poems have moral and worthy content, myn are merely happy-go-lucky verses.you are cool and im very proud of you :}
ReplyDeleteim always so awd you can write so superbly because you dont always show it
jemma-
prime work
ReplyDeleteWow, Lydia. Well done. :)
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did I mention that you are annoying? you know who I am.
ReplyDeleteHaha, Jemma said superbly again.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Lydia! I love it!
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