Poetry

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Outburst of wrath, hate this path
Pointing fingers, anger lingers
Gloom and doom and lots of fume
Frustration, accusation, when does it end?
Yelling, fighting, so much crying
I’m done trying
Around and around we go again
When does it end?

Gentle answer turns way wrath
But instead we deal with the aftermath
Who will be the peacemaker?
He’s says,” I’m just a big faker”
What a disappointment
Now I hear no hint of love to talk
Just the sound of a squawk
Around and around we go again
When does it end?

Blessed are the peacemakers, For they shall be called sons of God.
Matthew 5:9

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