Violence

• Olivia Tabooger
• Poetry
• 2006

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate violence
And so should you.
I wake in the morning
With a smile on my face
Because I know I'm safe
While I'm in this place.
But when I leave,
I get so sad
Because my place
Has gone mad.
Away from this place
They let me go,
I'm very lonely,
Very much so.
But there is a friend,
My mother told me,
In my heart
I won't be lonely.
My world is safe,
There are friends abound,
So I'll be happy
As the world goes round.