A much nicer World…

Can we beat the odds

And burn our old gods

And face our future

Rid of our sutures

Our old wounds healed

Our faith congealed

Our compass point

showing the way

to something sweeter than today?

to something much nicer than now.

Will what lives in the hearts

of those who fight with their dreams and their art

On today’s soul-pained earth

Prove to be stronger

Much righter than wronger

Than the great big dearth

Of all that has worth

Of love, of life and of hope

all those things at which

we who have too much

still blindly grope.

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