Better days are coming dear-
Just keep praying for an end to war.
You think you always have it bad.
When ends don’t meet
You won’t be glad.
Starving children,
Begging love-
Love they won’t see
Years to come.
People always dying to set us free
And you want more spirit to end your grief.
Why then do we act so vain?
When the others suffer the pain!
By: Jill Reynolds
2017
Wrote this in 1971
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