the chords of bombs and anger fade
in aftermath comes relief
does it take rage to make a blossom bloom?
must energy bend and tear before it relights and renews?
sister, after the tug of wars
come the gentle down to earths
the smell of wheat and berries
rolling in a lawn of freshly mowed sunshine
we search the globe for our patch of peace
after we rest, we'll work
for there's much to be done
and many to be served
after we rest, we'll ...
let's rest
Sister, sister Jam
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