Friend and Foe
As I walk the path my kinfolk tread
Among the tombstones of the dead
Their tortured whispers beg for peace
The end to violence,the war to cease
I am but one I quietly said
I can make no difference for you are dead
You are so wrong the voices scream
It takes but one who has a dream
Be proud and brave and plant a seed
That man will follow and you shall lead
And peace can come and fill this land
And friend and foe will walk hand in hand
Next time you walk your kinfolks path
If you listen closely you can hear us laugh
For peace has come and filled this land
And friend and foe walk hand in hand
Copyright © Bonnie Bastian | Year Posted 2005
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