Full Circle
A child cries, an old man dies. Can we have life without death? Full Circle.
New flags rise, a bullet flies. Can we have peace without war? Full Circle.
A bomb is dropped, no one cries. No one's left. Full Circle Washington?
Copyright © Aaron Yeargan | Year Posted 2007
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