by andy pickens



High magnitudes of peace stretch beyond the horizon. Nature moves faster than one can see the sun risin'. When will earth see the day when all mankind is comprimisin'? That day will come soon I hope. An end to all criticizin'. Viloence poisons the earth, weapons are tools of the weak. The youth of today is worth only what thier minds have to speak. Everyday, drugs give birth to another death of the meek. World Peace? Maybe one day. As for now, we only seek.