Innocence

 
 
When even the wild moon sleeps,
And the stars are all at peace
And the world is silent for a while
The war will fall to the knees.
 
Of the innocent, the angels,
The children inside us all,
And wishes will be granted
In response to a victim's call.
 
And the angels will be silent,
And never stir from dream,
Safe from the hatred of this world,
In life's only eternal scene.
 
by Nicola Plumb (c)2000

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