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I plan to keep this poem untitled, that way you (the reader) may figure out what this poem means to you...

Tell me why the sun shines brighter,
while that good man’s heart begins to dim?
Can you tell me why our worlds so cruel?
Our world that grows to be a place so grim.

 

We all know this battle has to stop.
There is no love or compassion anymore.
And it’s hard see the good in people,
when you can see the destruction of this war.

 

Negotiate using words as ammunition,
you don’t need guns to make an agreement.
Relax and just put away your weapons.
Don’t fight because you think it’s convenient.

 

Peace is all we need in the world,
so could you try to find it in your heart,
and not in those exploding bombs,
that people use to tear this country apart.