Indifference,
transparency veils the apparent
discord,
as disharmony strokes the egos
of the mantles of power.
Listen to the soft noise of
women sobbing for their right
to fear nothing as men move
forward to defend all and country.
False the promises made with
reckless haste,
by ones whose voices carry farthest.
Too soon the day of reckoning
inches forward,
quickly stripping contentment
and peace for all who crave it.
Stand helplessly by and watch
the world fragment into shards
of hatred,
or speak out in voices of angels.
Spread the words of hope,
forgiveness and love.
Paint the universe in colours
of happiness, of children's
laughter as ambrosia,
not in the garb of death
and destruction.








) But on the other hand, it makes us try and fit the poem into a specific "box", instead of us finding our own meaning within. 



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