Not today poem

Not today,
not tomorrow,
no peace,
only sorrow,
not today,
not tomorrow,
yes,
you can beg for peace all you want,
but there is barely any to borrow,
and if you find some peace,
it will probably only be stolen tomorrow,
and there probably will be no peace,
probably not today,
probably not tomorrow,
yes,
probably no peace and only sorrow,
and who is to blame?
Humanity,
yes,
it is a terrible shame and a frustrating pain,
now,
when are we going to listen more,
and understand more,
because I really must complain,
I really must complain,
because humanity seems to have gone insane,
and we are protesting and crying just the same,
but there is no peace far too often,
oh, I wish humanity would listen and soften,
yes, I wish humanity would listen,
and not be so hard hearted,
for there is little love these days,
little love,
and it is a shame,
a shame that the world is such a cold,
cold hearted place,
and oh,
it really is a disgrace,
a shame,
a terrible shame and a curse upon the human race,
a shame that we are so resentful,
intolerant, hateful, and bitter,
and angry and impatient,
and it is a shame,
that we do not try harder to get on with our fellow man,
but no,
it far too frequently seems not to be the case,
and yes,
there probably is no peace today,
no peace in humanity,
and it is a terrible shame,
that we do not listen more and understand each other more,
and it is such a curse upon the human race.

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