Sometimes I think,
If the war
Was brought to an end,
Near and afar.
This war in starving men,
This war in scheming minds
Its end will bring in peace,
Snapping of stubborn binds.
All will be free; don't laugh at me,
I know you will not give a thought
For however good or noble,
For you, It's just a thought.
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Calling you and other Poems
ПоэзияWe don't realize the worth of things - or people - until they are snatched away from us for ever. This is not just a collection of poems - it is the doorway to my soul. Come on in, and you might discover something about yourself as well.
