In a world on edge, with fires high,
Let’s be the calm, not pass it by.
A sharper voice can still be kind—
A steady force, a sharpened mind.
When noise divides and silence breaks,
Let’s choose the words that tension shakes.
Through grit and grace, and steady care,
We carve out peace that all can share.
So drop the mask, unlace the lie—
Peace isn’t soft, it doesn’t sigh.
It stands its ground, it takes the hit,
And plants a flag where rage once lit.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 12:50 PM UTC
In a world on edge, with fires high,
Let’s be the calm, not pass it by.
A sharper voice can still be kind—
A steady force, a sharpened mind.
When noise divides and silence breaks,
Let’s choose the words that tension shakes.
Through grit and grace, and steady care,
We carve out peace that all can share.
So drop the mask, unlace the lie—
Peace isn’t soft, it doesn’t sigh.
It stands its ground, it takes the hit,
And plants a flag where rage once lit.
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