Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Peace.love

The more you hurl stones and bricks
The more there can't you see the white flag being waved on that cliff?
The more bullets fly through the air...
Can't you see more of golden chips on my hair?
The more you claim by means of violence...
Why can't you see the bridges break more sudden?
The more abuses fly...
Can't you see more doves how on flight die?

Peace.love-
Peace...

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