Perhaps Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Perhaps
A beat was left out from our heart
For the bombs are falling right now
Where does our compassion start?
When we’re lost from here somehow
Nothing is turning out right
When there are suffering around to find
Come gather abundance of light
To guide those out that are blind

Bring better ways to our home
Much can be done with those seeds
When seedlings grow around chromosome
Of the bombardments shell deeds
You are my world that I live in
I may grow prospects from you roots
So much to conquer and give in
Of your many ways unlike beauts

Give me a reason to fill with beats
Each of your streets in the distance
Every hope in the would-be meets
Shall come again to have existence
Perhaps
A beat was left out from our heart
But we must awake our fiery glows
And raise its characters in the restart
Of tomorrow’s of ‘Nobody Knows’