The Rising Sun
With the rising sun I wake
anger has no place in my soul
I will not stoop to simple revenge
violence is not the answer to pain
My children need food
their stavation is my suffering
creating work provide's money
money to feed the staving child
violence create's war
arms and limbs ripped
from the broken lives of people
violence just create's more suffering
I stand against suffering
I stand against pain
create a better world learn to smile
and make company's
Instead of fighting
Instead of creating death
as a world, we should create the work,
create the jobs, to feed our people.
Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2015
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