Your poem the wisdom of gentle summer rain.
Above us all, a plane sail by as the captian decides, we here must die
While another billion wet eyes, glance and scream why
It's then you show, how a seed can grow, to shatter any stone
and even this earth, beneath our toes can forgive too.
But first, understanding, must always be permanently displayed
and from me again, words never of violence to be heard
To you, my oath swears, to always show of better ways
But look upon this day, for history has just raped its way
and it's there, dust declares, “everything is a lie, even the truth.”
A poem inspired by my friends poem
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