Peace - by Joanneac

Peace comes dropping slowly

Or so the poets say

But in our own war torn country

That peace has gone away.

The gunman with his deadly toy

And hatred in his heart

Has but to pull the trigger

To tear one more family apart.

Each night as I kneel down to pray

I ask the God above

To heal the hurt and bitterness

And send once more the dove.

Copyright of Joanneac