Wake up to another morning in sunlight brilliance
look about a world of passion, beauty, resilience.
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The news, what we read; our beautiful children too,
can we not forget the one hundred and thirty two,
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kids, smiling faces with pure innocence abound,
they knew childlike pain, seeing upheaval all around,
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their villages, their homeland, filled with a political strife,
suggested each one, each kind soul, compassion in life.
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Yet, the saddest part of any mindless tragedy is the possibility,
the notion that what in future days held welcome opportunity
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could be destroyed by the swift arm of pure evil mindset,
this hateful world must begin to leave us certainly upset,
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Quell that apathy, and rise above our human monotony,
of believing the horrors are a globe apart, so far away.
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In Pakistan, we stopped human life from exploring their dreams,
while across the bay in Cuba rhetoric said welcome to a regime,
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In your home and ours, in everyone’s world the breathing slows,
in the elegance of natural cause, not striking down, insidious blows,
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of torture … power is such a menacing tool so ill-met with malice,
we are all guilty of seeking ownership, claim of that sacred chalice.
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Can we be a society, a nation, a planet of people perhaps that may cease,
to extinguish our hopes, our dreams, and wait, open our arms toward peace.
I wrote this several weeks ago ...
