A beautiful girl walks out of a filthy room,
A butterfly emerges from a dusty cocoon,
Snowflakes fall from ominous clouds,
Flowers spring up from the dirt.
Clean clothes come out of an old, rusty dryer,
Delicious food is cooked in a squalid toaster,
Fresh fruit is chopped on a sticky counter,
Milk is kept cold in a sullied refrigerator.
Horrible people can create wonderful children,
From sins can come forgiveness;
But bloody wars only produce more conflict,
Genocides cannot be justified.
Not everything that is bad can transform into something better,
Some things can never be vindicated,
When the people of the world value peace maybe we’ll stop acting like children,
Like a toddler who throws tantrums,
Countries fight battles,
Someone has to tattle.
Anytime now,
War can be a thing of the past,
We all just have to come together,
And use our voices,
Instead of our fists.
Words alone can get us what we want.