a sentiment
A
SENTIMENT CALLED PEACE
With
the soul is built
thoughtfulness;
at
the beginning noble idea,
And
this light is not diluted.
The
innate lives in humans
that
in the noble virtue awaits,
to
be his shallow life
signed
only in his name.
Peace
that has suffered
wrapped
in the flesh of brother,
must
reign, and the hand
protect
the nest again.
Hunger,
unfair punish
To
the innocent with fury.
It
seems that the shortage
Do
not hunt and whip.
They
hear deaf ears
money
the clink,
and
from what I look, I see
It's
a gift, the most expensive.
In
this sheer negligence
to
reach his bonanza,
hope
is lost
to
give the bread, although difficult.
The
path of misery
this
ingratitude causes,
left
so much of the mouth
hungry,
and that's a serious thing.
Hunger
for peace, peace,
to
save hope,
because
it does not matter now
Be
for the brother, blind.
More
scourge than war
they
manufacture without reason,
it
is difficult to walk
poor
people of the earth.
The
peace that is so much said
and
with weapons he stays,
only
for you
to
the forts and scare you.
Not
only who loves
and
his gifts invite them,
get
closer to the wound
for
which the world claims.
The
earth suffers the same thing
for
ruthless actions,
and
scream with the cyclones,
our
samples of selfishness
From
the mother the waters come out
in
response
when
we make ozone
tears
that are worthless.
Although
this may not seem true,
it
also affects life;
we
contaminate food,
even
in the garden itself.
Our
hand must be guided
to
consciousness,
with
the help of science,
To
be better, more human.