written: 1970
Rhonda B Cohen | 1953 | Canadian
Springs and brooks go swishing by
without a care in the world.
Birds and bees fly away freely
with no chains to hold them back.
Spring to summer, Autumn to Winter
changes made with no thought in mind.
These things I see, these things I adore
with no worry of tomorrow.
Then, if a world of ours holds such things,
why destroy what is rightfully ours
with a thing they name a War?
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