To stretch the fibers of love
from one heart to another
and make a quilt that covers
all the fields where the slain of hate do lay,
shading the tears shed from injustice's pain.
One banner, a sole heart made of every living beat,
each life apart the fabric,
Unfolding every wrinkle caused by wrong,
lifting up the psalm of hope
that so many pray will be mankind's song.
All the layers of cries lifted in a plea
begging to find peace for humanity.
Taking the needle of equality
weaving through all the differences,
so we might ask,
is the precious fleeting breath call mortality,
lasting only a blink of time,
something we can cherish and celebrate
instead of purge by sword?
Upon the fringe,
where the feet stand and gaze at the world,
each has the steps of choice,
not to bring more of self to any throne,
but to wave a pennant of respect.
How easy the words can flow,
a righteous desire sung with single soul,
in wish and petition,
of perhaps how this one melody brought forth
will start an echo over the entire earth.
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