Words
They can be written.,
They can be spoken.
Carved in rock,
And painted as pictures.
They can be true and false.
Illusive and direct.
They ripple like waves,
And can have a life of their own.
They hit, they cut,
And cause mass suffering.
They start wars and
Confuse nations.
We lift our hearts,
And read YOUR word.
As a country,
We pray for peace.
One people, One voice,
One Word, One choice.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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