Hate
Stop messing with my head
Listen to the words that are said
Shake hands make new plans
Don`t turn this into a nomads land
In reality i`m truly a fan
Of mother natures plan
War and hate
Is this really our fate?
Will we look forward to future dates?
Will we ever unlock the gardens gate?
Shake hands before it`s too late
Mother natures not going to wait
So tired so sedate
Of seeing all this hate, hate, hate
poem by Joseph Whelan
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