The Problem We All Lived With

Blood runs black eventually quickly was the pace that man found himself responsible to put the other in place Who saw the sun lash out with its ray strike a hand against those lesser who could naught but pray They struck a truce decided through war negotiated, alleviated in blood life for the future and a road to follow Back to the sun a tongue will lash just as well as guns and swords fists will keep the law if needed Life can still be lived in the blackest of mire but not as a person a stand will be taken Strife The ground is used to stains but time has more to tell than before clouds would gather, but something was brighter mightier love So today rejoice in this love the same though same is different so that tomorrow we never see the problem we all lived with Photo credit to Norman Rockwell