Jon M. Nelson Poems

As we journey through our lives,
We all take separate paths.
Sometimes they're filled with sorrow,
Other times they're full of laughs.
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Once again, it's that time of year,
When the world should be full of cheer.
This is the time for peace and love,
As the angels watch from up above.
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You can't expect me to be something I'm not,
This is who I am and this is what you've got.
I won't pretend to be someone else's dream,
So that I can help with your self-esteem.
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As the bullets were flying overhead,
I knew any moment I could be dead.
When the bombs exploded all around,
I stayed as low as possible to the ground.
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There is so much chaos and turmoil,
Running rampant in the violent street,
Unfortunately, it is not really a surprise,
That there is so much blood at our feet.
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We all may have had our differences,
But we would put them all aside.
Because there were so many instances,
When any one of us could have died.
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Just because you're different,
Why does that make them tease?
They'll continue to do so,
Even if you beg them please.
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They seem to think they're better than everyone,
And they torment other people just for fun.
Maybe it's because of their own low self-esteem,
And for some reason think that this will redeem.
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With a terrified look upon his face,
I wonder what he's doing in this place.
There are bombs exploding and bullets flying,
He's curled up in a corner scared and crying.
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As the ignorance and hatred collides,
It drives a wedge that further divides.
Too many casualties will be left in the path,
With only destruction and chaos after the wrath.
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