Just possibly

Somewhere still, there lives a man

For whom no human angusih can,

Move him to feel that just perhaps

There is a way to not be trapped

Between the growing conflicts of

Those different nations backed by God

Who claim they’re fighting for the good

Of all,

But neither stop, nor would;

For time to say;

We’ve worked out how:

No one, longer, needs to fight

To prove they have a greater right

To live.

Unknown's avatar

About Stephen Kemp (The Poet Tree)

Jack of all-trades - master of none...but working on it
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a comment