Sleepless NightsA Poem by R Townsend
As I put my head down to sleep
I find myself thinking not of sheep But rather of those who have shed many tears And many that hope their end is near For this world is full of hate If only we could clear the slate For peace on earth cannot be won By those who live by the gun Serenity must be found within Only then does peace begin © 2012 R Townsend |
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