I raised my fist at my brother to slap,
Heard some sound from the back with clap,
Turning back to look at was turning point,
Anger subsided from revenge joint,
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There was no luxury and means scarce, Good men were stared and laughed with farce,
just struck me how non-violence might have started? All luxury and smooth path might have been parted
Good men were stared and laughed with farce, Kind words were laughed at lightly, Often misunderstood and not taken rightly, great lines in a great poem
I raised my fist at my brother to slap, Heard some sound from the back with clap, and realised it is wrong...10
I raised my fist at my brother to slap, Heard some sound from the back with clap...and realiszed it is wrong...10
raised my fist at my brother to slap, Heard some sound from the back with clap, Turning back to look at was turning point,