Ac-Bc-Dc- ---- Peace
When things seem to lose all proportion
And disagreements become the notion
Misunderstandings, (“He said,…she said”)
Differences, righteousness, (Oh, dread!)
It helps to use some D-C…perhaps a friendly motion
To head off the flack, (as Damage Control)
It may seem absurd, a need to play the role
But, the mediator, the even keel,
A level head, has great appeal
In case of attack, (whatever it be)
When some are offended…by facts they can’t see
Or if some feel the right, when they strongly disagree
With what others think, or what others may believe,
To bash them or harass them,
Let us turn on A-C !
To cool down the heat, and clear the air free!
Not to say, we don’t have the right,
To B-C our news....
Just as long as we broadcast without such abuse
We were born with a B-C…written to claim
Signed by our parents, and given our name.
It gives us the right, to live in this land
To worship our own God, to live hand in hand
Whatever our faith, or what we decree
I hope we can be proud, on the day we take leave
When our D-C is printed, declaring desceased…
Let us hope we have honored, a life filled with peace
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DC = damage control
AC = air conditioning
BC = broadcast
BC = birth certificate
DC = death certificate
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
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