by gnimbley the gnome
Promises an end to war
Things remain the same
A seed planted deep
Promises are like cherries
Ripe and then soon sour
Why we ever thought
Killing them would win their hearts
When's that ever worked?
While awaiting change
Maybe a little bitching
Would do us some good
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Copyright © 2009 - gnimbley the gnome
Published: 9/3/09 · Author's Page · Next Poem