Were We Honest
A bird flies high
A baby cries
A mother sighs
A soldier dies
A river runs
Up comes the sun
At the point of a gun
His life is done
Children play
Worshipers pray
Palm trees sway
A bullet did slay
Lovers linger in bed
Tender words are said
His wound fairly bled
'Till he was stone-cold dead
We say that we care
Solemnly offer a prayer
Were we honest
We wouldn't dare
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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