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Blue-tinted Lenses

Humans loving humans

An achieving blue moon dream

No judgement or exception

For we’re all on the same team

Hearts tied like florilegiums

Anthologies of puissant emotion

A present for our own present

In silk viridian and azure ribbons

So let’s remove our corrupted affliction

And whenever you chance to see someone

Pray not see colour, religion, or affiliation

Instead, look into the eyes of a fellow human.

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Two Different Scenarios

War and peace

Monochrome

Opposites

Juxtaposed

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War goes on

Halos dim

Angels fall

Demons win

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Peace ensues

Hearts triumph

Souls kindled

That’s enough.

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Cost of Conflict; Payment of Peace

Peace comes with a price

Love is tantamount to war

Soldiers are paid with lies

And the families with scars

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Tidal waves of bloodshed

Drowning under cold ashes

Children with bullet wings

Hoping that the pain passes

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Cost of a worldwide unity

Crippling the very society

Nothing but anaemic irony

Applause for our humanity!

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But buried under the money

Under the riches and honey

Is a pure faith for everybody

A better life and community

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Where rivers aren’t tainted

The sky’s free of nuclear rain

Where children can rejoice

Without worrying about pain

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Peace comes with a price

Love is equal to harmony

Soldiers paid satisfaction

And a gregarious country

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Peace, it’s an expensive game

Dictated in each of our names

If it prevails as a singular truth

Then it will be all for its worth.

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Start at the End

All wars have come to an end…

And we are the final epilogue that begins a whole new story amidst the battered dogeared chapter,

An entire library of possibilities.

We are the brave springtime flowers that push past the detritus of the dying wasteland that it left,

Only to birth life and breathe verdancy once more.

We are the sole survivors, the carnage of the battlefield, the remaining number from the casualties,

That stood for the flag and for the fallen alike.

We are the careless children in a planetary playpen, playing with nuclear toys and metal guns,

And the parents that will fix the mess that their kin made.

We are the hopefuls who wish to end the endless cycles of self-destruction and to stop the madness,

Rallying resolutely for peace and for justice to reign.

We are the voices still singing, hands still reaching, faith still unwavering, hearts still beating, souls still calling,

Until all wars have come to an end.

…and we are the beginning.

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