Frozen tears fell from the shattered sky
And they started the furious fighting again.
Oh! The sound of scissors; Surgery was done in the theatre of fortune
And the new year baby already delivered auspiciously.
If the necomer could bring out the true peace of the bias world for the sake of mankind
And send back the rotten warmongers to the sensitive womb for purification?
Wonderful title. Each day is a new beginning. We all hope for peace. Excellent write. Warm regards, Sandra
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Indeed, Mother Nature must surely be weeping her frozen tears in response to her horror at those groups whose passion for war always overrides their concern for peace. Your political poems fire their arrows of rage with great accuracy. The reader is moved by your concern and inspired by your voice. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥