A Random Poem.
As the world turns,
we burn and yurn for peace,
when can we have it,
the politicians sit,
they do no bit
in what they preach,
they leach our money,
it will never be sunny,
without truth, following through,
wen is their peace, was everything preached in the past a lie too,
could Lincoln, Washington, Mahatma Ghandi, the Dahli Lama,
useless in their words.
NO! I believe there is still hope in this little world, Peace is still atainable, just not as easy as it should be!
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