Would you please just hold my hand,
When I cry out for this land,
Where such evil reigns, and hate
Meets a man at his own gate.

And our sadness and our fears,
Come from taunts and from harsh jeers,
As we try hard to convey,
How strong love is, everyday.

We should each smile, when we meet
The populace out on the street,
Then there'd be no need of fright,
Through the day, or through the night.

And joy would be on each face,
Of this whole vast human race,
When a sweet paradise is found,
On this earth's rough battleground.

Would you please just hold my hand,
I know that you will understand,
What I wish for, from the heart of me,
That people could live, modus vivendi.

© Ernestine Northover

Ernestine Northover

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