The Great Battlefield

Seventeen more innocents,

I am drained of all hope,

the words of a hymn

circling through my brain:

this world is one great battlefield

with forces all arrayed,

if in my heart I do not yield,

I’ll overcome someday.

Maybe someday the children

will be cherished,

like those who love their guns

©annettealaine2018

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