Paid In Blood

By J.Lynne Moore

Peace comes at a price;
‘Tis a heavy one to pay.
Are you willing to fight,
For your freedoms every day?

Someone, has to draw the line,
And be willing to make a stand,
Against the wolves of oppression,
Ready to bite the out stretched hand.

Dear heart, the price of peace is blood;
Of the innocent, and the guilty alike.
For as long as evil reins,
The righteous must be willing to strike.

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