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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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The Brotherhood of Man


No more a voice calling out for love
only whispers of all that could be
hate and mistrust… faiths lost in conflict
lost is the hope that we dream.
The brotherhood of man is broken from conflict
fragmented from so many wars
faith was once hope but now it spells danger
each faction will kill for their cause.
Once there were children laughing and happy
so young they had not learned to dream…
then rockets and bombs rained down from the heavens
and the children just ceased to be.
Lessons should be learned, but we never learn any
and our governments know only to kill…
for the brotherhood of man knows only to conquer
and the voice of true love… is now still.
 







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