A Child Said, What Is The Grass?

Poem By Walt Whitman

14th February,2019

You teach me the lesson of tolerance
I count the number of martyrs
You teach me patience
And our soldiers engage themselves
Defusing bombs
And to ward off attacks
You teach me to be quiet
And I make candles
To light again
To be grieved more!

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