Passing The River


Passing The River I saw men at war
And I mourned the dead I thought to myself
why can’t we just love each other instead
Passing The River I saw starving children at play
It made me laugh a little but then the smile faded away
Feeling their pain I bowed my head and prayed
Passing The River I smelled disease,
poverty and plaques all around and the stance of rotten fruit on the ground
Oh Passing The River I heard women singing
songs of faith and spiritual glory that warmed my heart a little and almost restored my faith in humanity
Passing The River I spoke to God saying yes we
need you now more than ever Please bring us back to love and peace and make us better Oh God don’t you know we need you more than ever I prayed Passing The River!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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