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Running Out Of TimeWith all the wars going on We're all running out of time, Our leaders won't stop the insanity There aren't any hills to climb. We can't hide from the madness Our own, are getting killed, But, this is not the way God wanted it It wasn't something that was willed. All of us are looking for Peace Which I know, we won't get, Stop the wars, right now, I say Or it'll be something, we'll all regret. Copyright Cynthia Jones Nov.7/2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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