At Peace, At Peril
At peace, its calm
Like a cool summer day
Subsides the stereotype
At peril, a fire bomb
Don’t want to stay
With photos of a prototype
Kill those who kill me
And stop the hand of time.
Why must you kill,
What you hate.
Copyright © Tara Shaw | Year Posted 2011
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