Shameless scent, of true decent, the marble in the eye,
The angel, sent, to man repent, the quarrels are but nigh.
Bring me to the alter, a sacrifice of bone.
Choirs sung but falter, silent as a stone.
Its lesson one so simple, any man can hear.
The virtue of the quietude, draws peace without the fear.
The hearts of all will gather, and song is finally sung.
Utopic but to wander, the thunder now but done.
The storm at bay, the people play, and stars shine through the night.
Till dawn they stay, from March to May, no quarrels now to fight.
Peace on earth, war subsides, no more slaughter, nullified.
Man has learnt, death is hell, war and murder had its toll.
In the heart, all is well, mankind’s found his home.
The angel, sent, to man repent, the quarrels are but nigh.
Bring me to the alter, a sacrifice of bone.
Choirs sung but falter, silent as a stone.
Its lesson one so simple, any man can hear.
The virtue of the quietude, draws peace without the fear.
The hearts of all will gather, and song is finally sung.
Utopic but to wander, the thunder now but done.
The storm at bay, the people play, and stars shine through the night.
Till dawn they stay, from March to May, no quarrels now to fight.
Peace on earth, war subsides, no more slaughter, nullified.
Man has learnt, death is hell, war and murder had its toll.
In the heart, all is well, mankind’s found his home.
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A lovely write with a lovely thought I wish it were true. The rhyme is very nice and enhances the tone well done
Lovely write.
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