Peace, love and poetry,
these words I place
so delicately
at the foot
of every
poem,
like seeds.
ready to sprout roots
and start growing.
Peace, in oneself and without,
we need to seed the world with hope,
not with doubt.
We should cease the endless greed,
the division that breeds
the struggle to keep our feet on the ground,
letting the hateful waters flood around,
until we are underneath
struggling to breathe.
Love, it's a cliche but it is all we need,
love is all around, we should feed.
Let it seep inside, wash away the hate
creeping, oozing through tarnished blood.
Let it clean the stains,
that are thick and stuck
tightly to our veins.
Let love win, it’s our only chance.
stop fearing difference,
in our skins we are all one.
Share that love with everyone,
don't see it as us and them,
haves and have-nots,
all that matters is within.
Poetry, helps these thoughts air,
and once they are out there
floating in the atmosphere,
they may rain down,
wash away some of the fear.
The rains may be painful at times,
that's just washing away
the years of grime, they may tickle you,
cause you to cry,
these emotional waters
will heal us,
so, we can finally learn to fly.
Thanks for reading
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