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I wake up every morning,Then I turn on the news,Do my eyes deceive me, I see just sorrow and the blues.
I see mass death and destruction,From a war that will not ceaseWhen in my heart I wish forA world of tolerance and peace.
I see men and women crying,For the loved ones they have lost,Now all that remains is a memory,Those lives have been the cost.
Is it just too much to ask,For you to open your eyes and seeGod cares not of race nor creed,All he sees is your divinity.
You are no different from your earthly brotherYou are just of flesh and bones,This body is made of star dust,Your spirit shares its home.
So when in times of terror, It is inward we must dwell,To save us all from this earthly life,That some might say is hell.
Reach out with understanding,Please, open up your mind,The way we fight this unspeakable horror,Is to be compassionate and kind.
For what you think is different,Is more alike than you may think,If you cast aside your judgement,You'll know that we're in synch.
I live in hope that some dayas one we can unite.to fight this dreaded terrorwith love and hope and light.
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.