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Aug 2016
Maybe, as I hold the world inside my idle hand,
There will be some hurt and sadness, some understand,
If the world is full of hatred what's a person to say,
Let's all wake up tomorrow and create another day.

It seems just so simple if we choose the way to go,
Let's just take the time to know and take it very slow,
Nothing that is good can come without a helping hand,
Your a woman wanting love, and I the same but man.

Open up your arms and take the comfort where it lives,
To take what gifts the world has but find a way to give,
Nothing will be saved and cherished with an empty soul,
Everyone come together, and let's have some control.

I just saw my brother walking down a lonely street,
He had on a different skin and no shoes upon his feet,
I had plenty at home in my closet where I now live,
Once again I say my mantra that it's good to give.

Open up your arms and take the comfort where it lives,
To take what gifts the world has but find a way to give,
Nothing will be saved and cherished with an empty soul,
Everyone come together, and let's have some control.

Saw my sister crying softly in a corner near her house,
No one hears a quiet voice if it sounds just like a mouse,
So, I said to her to shout it that women can match a man,
We must now accept equality if we are to understand.

With the little babies crying when someone hurts them so,
Don't they come to realize to hurt gives no one more a soul,
They can not defend their bodies or minds so tender and new,
Protect and cherish the little children who deserve to live, too.

Open up your arms and take the comfort where it lives,
To take the gifts the world has but find a way to give,
Nothing will be saved and cherished with an empty soul,
Everyone come together, and let's have some control.

Hear me now the loudest giants who live upon the hill,
You only cause the world injustice by savagery and ****,
One day the world will decide the people will have the say,
Hatred, bigotry, ******, and disaster must go upon it way.

So, teach the children in their newness how to love and share,
A strong, united populace stops hatred in how they will care,
To feel such evil about another who is different than you or me,
Such ignorance in the united world will never set us all free.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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