Would you please just hold my hand, <br />When I cry out for this land, <br />Where such evil reigns, and hate <br />Meets a man at his own gate. <br /> <br />And our sadness and our fears, <br />Come from taunts and from harsh jeers, <br />As we try hard to convey, <br />How strong love is, everyday. <br /> <br />We should each smile, when we meet <br />The populace out on the street, <br />Then there'd be no need of fright, <br />Through the day, or through the night. <br /> <br />And joy would be on each face, <br />Of this whole vast human race, <br />When a sweet paradise is found, <br />On this earth's rough battleground. <br /> <br />Would you please just hold my hand, <br />I know that you will understand, <br />What I wish for, from the heart of me, <br />That people could live, modus vivendi. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modus-vivendi/
