The Fight

Screaming, fighting, the slaming of a door
Foul mouth, fist clenched
A face which twists and cotorts
As from the mouth comes more
When will we learn to hold our tongue
Instead of pushing to the limit
Let him go finish this
For tomorrow it will be forgotten
When love steps in to make the peace
A hand shake, a hug & kiss
Can put a stop to any war

                                                            copyright Kerry Bowden 1996



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