Day of the gun

The day of the gun
Must come to an end
And bloodlust a thing of the past
Men must sit down
To talk in debate
About peace that is going to last

A legacy left is nothing at all
If peace can not be achieved
With no one to share it
Or even compare it
And those that are left are bereaved

So lay down your arms
And hold out your hands
To beckon an old enemy within
For to fight for a cause
Is noble enough
But to kill one anothers a sin.


Life is the continuity of man's spirit
For every hurt you inflict
You hurt yourself.




Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-11-25 at 15:30

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liam killeen
The pen is mightier than the sword.As this poem proves.
2005-11-25


Zoya Zaidi
The word is "together"
And not 'toather'!
Sory about that
brother!
2005-11-25


Zoya Zaidi
Peace be in heaven,
And peace be on Earth,
Peace be with you
and peace be with us,
Mankind is made to love
Each other,love is the
Essence of life my brother,
That each man is born
Another's brother,
If we undrestand that,
We can live toather!

How is that for an
Imprompto answer?
2005-11-25