Fear takes over our body.
We run and hide from tragedy.
Bombs sprout like it's spring.
Blooming, exploding and killing everything.
It seems that peace and love is out of date.
So war and death takes it place.
Can we look back and reflect when we lost it?
Like our loose change that fell out of our pockets.
We need to find it before war finally finds us again.
And engulfs us in its ruthless torment.
Just drop your bombs and weapons.
Bring peace and love in season.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
