Terror to Peace

May 4, 2014

Dusty alley, dirty room

Missiles shot downstairs

hiding, silent tears;eyes shut

trembling in terror

Think---create a world of peace.

Giant whip, ominous stick

Feeling sudden death

Stay up all night icing welts;

body trembles-numb.

Breathe-be brave and persevere.

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