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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

A world born of chaos
In a world born of chaos
 Still searching for calm?
Making war on our neighbour
Putting all life in harm…
Caring nothing for justice
Creating nothing but pain
Smoke hiding each sunset
While tears hide the rain…
Yet, peace our ambition?
Still people must die?
Mothers will mourn theirs
Fathers will still cry…
Searching for something
That cannot exist…
In a world born of chaos
Life will only be missed.

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