I want to touch your hearts.
I wish to cease the violence
from divided souls from which it starts.
Not one man is a saint
Nor is he the devil...
Let us all link our care for lives, together, as we stand
civil
Like the Dominos which may fall when a war shot blows
or punch is thrown
Starting a moment's impulse of angry repayments to start
without thought from the heart
we never seem to be able to finish what goodness we have started.
Here it goes
Like a skipping record.
The same events under new people and their own defined terms.
I shall take off the defective record and play for you
a sweet and relaxing record
that shall place clear minds and connect such
with their good parts of the heart.
If each one of us does such, in this world, we won't be the dead from which our souls have departed.
We live onward, connected, a stronger unit than when in the division.
If one by one, us good dominos, start a chain reaction
To our hearts, that great karma shall come back to us...
Like a boomerang
The world as a fortress of sweet and enjoyable unity
To everlast that odds of the struggling and desperate portions of fallen communities.