Bertillia J. Wallace
Violence - Poem by Bertillia J. Wallace
How tragic are the wounds inflicted by a violent person.
Truly all the pain shall subside
When the wounds heal.
The physician tells the wounded patient.
But is the wound within truly healed?
I wonder when the violence to
Mankind shall cease to be.
God help mankind to be peaceful not violent!
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