When no person cares


centuries ago goodness\ our fortress

now ignorant fighting leaves us assaulted

trust it is a last war

all day long contemplating

solitary hills and flowery vales

prayer for peaceful days of old

I have faith in holy angels

reappearing and staying with us

afflicted with terrorism

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