"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, September 27, 2010

Peace Can Not Be Bought

Peace can not be bought with war
A heart that seeks a battle
Has anger in its core

Forgiveness is the foundation
On which peace is built
If not we will lose a generation

Young men and women who will pay
The price for hatred between nations
A world without hope burned gray


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