Where Can I Turn
Where Can I Turn? Bodies buried in the street. Children carried; have no feet. Terror reigns in every street. Men who hate will always meet. Lies are spun to fool mankind. Those who cared are turning blind. Where in the world can peace we find? The few who hate, aren't left behind. Who can we trust and choose to laude, Upon this world’s decaying sod? When many choose to be a fraud. Myself, I choose to turn to God. IlaMae (Ike) stucki 12/27/11
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IlaMae Stucki
I am a Registered Nurse.. I have loved writing for as far back as I can remember. My first writing was experienced by drawing as a child. In 7th grade I wrote a poem about Abraham Lincoln that won an award and was read on the radio in Salt Lake City....
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