There is neither pity nor compassion in peace’ Or war - when bombs- innocent’s fall—
touch a petal to dream
memories, sometimes happy
sometimes sad
Listen and you will hear
they are with me silently
embracing me forever
while new arias rise Golden
within my life - my mind
and my friends are a part of me
within - their warmth caresses my soul
their words embrace me
reach out and touch all whom
dream of Golden arias
of fields of green bathed in sun - light
who’s dream of peace never fades
yea dreams that shine bronzed
carved in word a written line
and all who read their words
and understand memories
memories sometimes happy
sometimes sad - see printed truth
an unveiled plaque to the innocent
buried in fields of tranquility
by wars infernal fury
never to touch a petal to dream
of Golden arias
of love and peace our dream.
dedicated to Angela Adoneshes
David Barnes
1998
Speaks for itself........global........to all nations......Governments...
Without another view, one is blind
To where the road starts or ends, with the tip of a pen...
David Barnes
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