Now Come… Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now come to the garden of the places
Where the days have all gone in to the lost
And every of their lovable graces
Go into the differences there tossed
Places of dispute and opposite wars
Downfall of gladness - a sorrowful sky
Where love is nowhere only deep wounded scars
And each of your friends must perish and die

Battles on blood fields that never take end
Painfulness ways - expecting new glory
To give to its mission and scarifies
With the hatred to parade and comprehend
Heartless crises to different stories
Broken down prospect where tomorrow dies