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by Robert Daniel Long Oct 2, 2010 category : Life, society / about society
In the distance The hills rise up Before me The green meadows Are the backdrop A carpet for the majesty Laid out at it's feet And beyond them Lies the city In which you reside It just seems So far away We spend our time Searching For the answers of life Never really finding it Only appeasement Like a flower in winter Waiting For the warmth of spring It all too often Seems so far away Those answers we seek We rage wars Fighting for policies And agenda's Those derived from piety Hoping for a reprieve That seems so distant And illusive The cries Of the fallen Those wounded in battle Rises up From the silence And fades to a place Far away from here Where only the dead reside Our children We've left To fend for themselves Too young to know The difference For the things of youth Have been taken hostage And placed in a realm So far away So confused They stand beaten Their faces held downward For they are no more The children They were born to be It seems that life Has been taken away From them And the only Hope they have Is too far away Too matterBut ..................It does!!!!!!!!