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Nov 2012
My home is found not in the affairs of international companies, or the goings-on of diplomatic countries,

But, in the confines of my soul, and the reaches of my actions.

I do not seek solace in material possessions, or satisfaction from my wealth

But, in the depths of my imagination, and the thoughts I allow myself to conceive.

We can not tolerate injustice, or those who terrorize our populace,

Or, we too shall become unjust, and fall prey to their greed.

Until we learn to stand together, and learn to respect one another,

The beautiful ideas we create will only fail, and our children will only know hate.

You must learn to love your brother, and value your sister

Or we will continue to reap the disasters we’ve sown, and we will never know a world less tragic than this.

The world won’t change until you have found the internal motivation to change yourself.

How much is enough?

How far is too far?

What will it take to spark the revolution?
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Dahlia
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