Hate
The world is full of hate.
The world is full of pain.
People die
Die from disease,
die from our own hands.
Bombs going off,
bright and destructive
Theyremind us of what our world is full of.
Famine,
Disease,
War.
Gunshots rage in foreign countries.
Only fueling the hate our world runs on.
Wars rage on.
But even now,
The worlds eternal war is coming to an end.
So soon.............
We will be at peace
© 2010 Mariah Pawlak
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