The Plan Stands
No Peace on Earth
or goodwill to men,
we train to kill
and war again.
Prophets pleading
all for nought,
grace and truth
are never sought.
Children dying
their houses burned,
we turn our backs,
we never learn.
Men of evil
have their way,
coming soon,
a price to pay.
One heart of passion,
died for all,
only those who litsened
heed the call.
Bow to his spirit,
take his hand,
for in the end
his plan stands.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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