In a world that makes us quiver
Every day at 6 PM when
Local News sends shard and
shiver
Of the tragic days events;
Missiles fire and miss their
target
Finding innocents instead;
Miltimediated markets
Often leave the conscience
spent
To dwell in anguish, jaws
agog,
Praying that the world
repents;
I have only one true treasure
That consoles my every pore
of
Being to the fullest measure,
Though the World beats down
my will.
Knowing you are mine forever
Wards away pernicious harm
That baits and goads to pull the
lever
That would leave me cold and
still.
Until such time, we stride
together,
Hand in hand we climb the
hill
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