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HEAD-LINE VERSE INSTRUCTION

Do not give way to war,
To terror's angry teeth
Wrapped in a dismal metal
The size of consciousness.
Ticktock, said God,
Your sway is incalculable
The offspiring of war begets terror...
All this death to gun violence,
Should, without question,
Concern us most greatly.
(People are too damned ugly!)
Yet the most hideous of all
The most ugly of our use
Are the weapons we create
And the echo that follows...
4 DEAD IN MEDICAL PLANE CRASH
It wasn't meant to end this way
A howl and a sudden dive
Rendering the cure to the soil
The medicine of Peace, rest now
OFF DUTY OFFICER SHOOTS COP, FLEES
These acts are born of human fear
Yet rage is the open-mouthed screech
Witnessed behind eyes bent in agony
Chaos is an indiscriminate form of speech
SANDY HOOK ELEMENTARY TO REOPEN 
Oh, dear children,
Please forgive us,
We're in need of your lessons,
Please instruct us,
Lead us to Love all...
© 2016 Mark Richard Prime
© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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