Sunday Morning Poem by Hannah Shier

Sunday Morning



The sun is
shining.
The sky is bright.
The clouds are
fluffy.
Oh, what a
sight.
And yet,
the world is
creeping.
Children are
crying.
Mothers are
weeping.
Soldiers are
dying.
Oh, what a strange world
we all happen to live in...

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