Peace Sign (Poem)

Give me a peace sign
Hang it from twine
No more paradigm

My rugs are dirty
Mouths are thirsty
No bells to chime

The days are colder
Aches in shoulder
No strength to climb

Traffic lights are red
Life stopped dead
Guilty to my crime

Beaten mutts still go
Pricked fingers sew
Dollars worth dimes

No shade from trees
Kids robbed of glee
Changes account time

A little bird told me
Hope is no longer free
Peace lost its prime

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