Peace Poem by John Shea

Peace



As I was sucked up the vortex
Of death and destruction
No one saw my worthy life

Lest I let them see my eyes
The lust of man
The lies tears and strife

The perfume of death
Wanton gifts well planned
That end with a sigh

Then in context
Of life and bliss
Rest will eventually arrive

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John Shea

John Shea

Cherry Point N.C.
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