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Oh Muse, bearer of wisdom, may your words which traverse the globe by verse affect attitudes, move objections,         lash egos, rock divisions,   reunite misunderstandings and by power of digestion resurrect what the populace thinks weak, kills and forgets. May poetic energy slice through innumerable rules, instil sympathy,     drown separation, re-find buried faith within faded friendships, appeal for awareness to  remember hatred no more, help those forget who, prejudice-laden perceive many as enemies. May powerful words smash inbuilt devisive desire for retaliation, create instead meant relationships, lasting handshakes which re-shape distance placed between hearts by age-old spite as groundless pride grows no happiness alongside bitter regret.      Oh Calliopé, never forgo scribes' minds for evoking soul-felt change,         poems pleading for world-wide review of love's fallen portals   re-invite  causes for unearthing a paradise       in this war-riddled earth. Peace needs minnions' pens, at the ready.
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
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Oh Muse, bearer of wisdom, may your words which traverse the globe by verse affect attitudes, move objections,         lash egos, rock divisions,   reunite misunderstandings and by power of digestion resurrect what the populace thinks weak, kills and forgets. May poetic energy slice through innumerable rules, instil sympathy,     drown separation, re-find buried faith within faded friendships, appeal for awareness to  remember hatred no more, help those forget who, prejudice-laden perceive many as enemies. May powerful words smash inbuilt devisive desire for retaliation, create instead meant relationships, lasting handshakes which re-shape distance placed between hearts by age-old spite as groundless pride grows no happiness alongside bitter regret.      Oh Calliopé, never forgo scribes' minds for evoking soul-felt change,         poems pleading for world-wide review of love's fallen portals   re-invite  causes for unearthing a paradise       in this war-riddled earth. Peace needs minnions' pens, at the ready.
fay-slimm
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
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