war
time to end the war
open up the door
who knows what we're fighting for
end the war
how many years have we kept on trying
why believe when they keep on lying
how many tears have the mothers crying
how many children must die
end the war
we must end the war
cannons roar
politicians rotten to the core
end the war
when were young we believed in freedom
now we are sunk in the mud knee deep in
blood and the bones of an ancient kingdom
5000 years and they still don't need us
it's their war
war they know so well
we can't break the spell
they can all go to hell
we gotta
get outta
this place
time to end the war
can't do no more
let it all be as if before
end the war
we can't fix the crime
not until the end of time
how many guts does it take to end it
how many words does it take to send it
it is so broken that we cannot mend it
you'll break if you cannot bend
end the war
time to end the war
walk out of the door
return from that distant shore
end the war
can't take any more
put away the sword
let them to their just reward
how many years have we kept on trying
why believe when they keep on lying
how many tears have the mothers crying
how many children must die
end the war
we must end the war
cannons roar
politicians rotten to the core
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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