Hard to believe I first wrote this almost 2 years ago, and yet the story remains the same today!
World of violence As the morning slowly breaks and, daylight in fil trates... I feel, the sunshine- burn away the grey I feel, the dawning, of a brand new day I wish, the clouds would confiscate the rain... ease the pain ... as I awaken, to a world of violence. In a world not far away another bullet pen e trates... another, black soul it takes Did you hear his cries... for mercy? Will his words be heard by... the jury? Or, is justice, controlled by the hand with the gun? Answers...no one! Can't we just stop... the violence? They say human nature hates... so just surrender to the fates so...does that mean it's too late? Why is it so hard for us to be kind? Is this the end of humankind? Or, Is it true... that only the strong survive? Or is it better... having God on our side? Aren't you tired of this world of violence? I am. John Derek Hamilton November 09, 2018 re-posted Jun09,2020 Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2018
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