fight war with beauty. fight evil bloodshed, the sounds of children whimpering in the ruins of their homes and the elderly leaving the only land they've ever loved and the continual struggle to perpetuate war with beauty. we can rebuild shattered buildings, torn land, and broken flags, but i mean the beauty found not in material things but in our hearts. fight not with angry slurs and faces crumpling in careless ignorance; fight with a full heart that hears the stories unsaid but written in the scars of children. fight with a heart that beats not as a citizen of a single country, but as a resident of the planet Earth--fight for your neighbor's right to live without fear, for this sacred land to know love again, and for humanity to know itself again. war's costs are immeasurable and beauty's worth, infinite. fight war with beauty and hate with love
a draft. i wrote this in 10 minutes. i'd like feedback on how to make it a bit longer or how to expand upon the idea i've established already. why is it that we never seem to run out of hatred, when all we ever write about and live for is love