Murder told me it was exhausted of death.
War told me that it was tired of battles.
Rape told me it was worn-out of human paws.
Thievery told me it was tired of looting.
Abuse told me it was weary of fists.
She told me she’d be grateful for peace.
© 2011 by mark prime
Wordful Wednesday: Mother Earth Day -- Submitted by Gabrielle
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