End of Days
Fearing the end of days riddles me with
pain,
Why as humans do we live this
way .
Terrorist scaring children their parents afraid to let them
play
Who can all this destruction please?Mothers with babies who await to
breathe!
So simple are the misunderstands that allows not the growing between
lands.
So many people grieving .,missing loved ones,Wives of the world cry to love
songs,
Sons and daughters without their fathers to lean
on.
My call to all! Disreguard vengeance so ones hurting and crying may
have continuance.. Heritage was tradition after honor but before
ammunition.
The light is dimming on the diversity of many, we continue torrid actions...
dividing lines aplenty.
If they belive as i believe
we can share our differences positively.. Begin friendships and kinships amidst
politicians misguided intentions..
Let us give to one another, without an expected returned favor,smile forever and
never waiver.
Copyright © Jarred Neibel | Year Posted 2007
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