A wall of flesh and blood.
Aren't they all,
in the end?
War.
Riots.
Social unrest.
Come from
a very basic
misunderstanding.
Governments
go to war.
People,
under governments,
kill each other,
when...they all want the same
damn thing.
Peace.
Equality.
Safety.
Food.
Warmth.
Family.
A shovel.
Perhaps,
we should all
try one again.
A shine on my shovel,
an' children at my feet.
Could you put
a shine on my shovel,
watchin' nature bend
for me?
Said,
put a shine on my shovel
and sweat on my breast.
Let the Lord
bring a shine
on my hovel,
and keep
my brother
well.
A shine on
my village,
a little
on the knoll.
Where I sit
with my children
and love
towards us all.
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Author Notes
Well, I had to add my two cents.
Painting is one I did very early on.
For some reason, my daughter likes it.
People, I may not say it well enough,
but we got to love our brothers.
They ALL we got.
victor touche
I did write a poem before using
"put a shine on my shovel."
I have played with this so many times.
I really think I could turn it into a
Gospel song, but, you know...
we all have dreams.
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