Families are starving,
children are dying
from senseless wars.
By those who would abuse them,
they are denied their homes
to return no more.
Dried up fields
and waterless wells,
with no seeds to sow.
After miles of traveling
over rugged terrain,
with no place to go.
Humanity surges forward, over
shadowed by the cruelty of man,
their cries for help falls on deaf ears.
But the end is near,
that which is a mountain
will be reduced to a mole hill.
That which was a mole hill
shall consume the mountain
and reign forever with love.
From the earth will come forth salt
and flavor shall return to the land,
but the valleys of the abusers shall
run red with the enemies blood.
Peace will forever be restored.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
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