No Holiday for DeathA Poem by Willard Wells''anger and some hate, colors and names not explained then shootings and death
your colors are wrong it's their street you're on tonight then death comes easy
bullets and bombs yes with no name inscribed take life that die needlessly
parents and children holding each other tightly hiding together
death does come easy and with very little sound that can't be explained.
no more struggling family embraces now they feel no more pain © 2016 Willard WellsReviews
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18 Reviews Added on July 13, 2015 Last Updated on December 16, 2016 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..Writing
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