Poem nine
God loves His creation
A bit like mum and dad
Loving their children
But as balloons take off
They have their own air
Floating away with their
Own thoughts and views
I am sure God hopes
That these colors
Keep their skin of love
As the roots of war
Were never his intentions
The same feelings
Mum and dad have
For all of us
How it all goes wrong
All of you can help
Me with your different
Stories
That is where my
Balloon pops for crying
God loves His creation
A bit like mum and dad
Loving their children
But as balloons take off
They have their own air
Floating away with their
Own thoughts and views
I am sure God hopes
That these colors
Keep their skin of love
As the roots of war
Were never his intentions
The same feelings
Mum and dad have
For all of us
How it all goes wrong
All of you can help
Me with your different
Stories
That is where my
Balloon pops for crying
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