Cries of the Heart
CRIES OF THE HEART
Where wisteria like compassion always grows.
And being indifferent to humanity, is not in fashion.
Where all children from conception on....are all of great value.
A city where no new human life is ended.
Instead, it is a place where a human is a gift!
We take fond joy in, and in ever constant thanksgiving!
Without respect for life, the city dies, it has no heart.
It's citizens' eyes,darken and show no glow.
~And, the wisteria, no longer will grow!~
4/22/2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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