For me. For you. For us.
Peace is not a white dove
With a flimsy olive branch.
Where have you seen the peace
Gained so glaringly easily?
Peace is a hard-core old crow,
With a foil decaying stench.
Ultimately refusing to cease
The fight for harmony’s regency.
Whimsical Humor, Nonsense, No Sense and Good Sense
"Not all who wander are lost..."
The Secret of Change Is to Focus All of Your Energy, Not on Fighting the Old, But on Building the New - Socrates
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Great poem!
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