Angela Henderson Poems

When there's gun-fire and blasts,
Lives wrecked in a mad-mans task,
In the hurt and the grief
Many children believe,
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How do we know what went on in the past?
How can we know the future?
How do we find out about pain and fear?
Who will be there to ask?
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There is a house, all white and golden,
With huge high gates, that rarely open.
You enter the garden, the grass a clear green,
With flower beds scattered, maintained and clean.
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