Words fill the air,
Unkind- piercing, harsh, unappetizing.
Different from the ones heard
Not so long ago from another room
Of words, but still as painful; maybe more.
Daily occurence, this phenomenon.
Sometimes it happens swiftly,
Ends just as quickly. But other times
It seems to last forever and ever,
Like a never ending road.
What would I give for one day
Of peace, one day of Happiness,
One day where the war doesn't occur so
That there is no need for us to find
Diplomatic ways to solve it.
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