I find
That not a single heart I have met
Was not an angel with closed fists
Singing a song no one knows is there
Echoing their same desire
For a better world.
The night before
When you beheld the pyre
That burned yet another hope
Who everyone thought that
This was supposed to be the answer
Bring down others to keep chaos at bay, they say
But peace is not the distant star it seems--
Beautiful, real, yet so far away that you question if what you see now will be there when you're ready
Make you question yourself if it's worth it, to make the leap from prospect to action
The real test
Is that of our resolve
To love, or not to love
That is the question
In a world where the fundamental law
Of gain and loss
Have made balance
An irreparable set of scales.
The dissonance
The white noise, it calls for change
Amidst our thriving lives
There's injustice to be shamed
Where to start, where to end
This infinite circle of society?
Metal and chains?
They're colder than faith
Kindness to all?
Those at the top, they'll treat it like a doll
Is there nothing to fix?
How on Earth, do you propose, such an idea so sick?
In the end
The fortune teller played her hand
And in her cards, there was no clear answer
As to where Peace could have gone
But if not innovators
Or intellects
Or artists
Or inspiriers
Or lovers
Who are we to say that peace cannot be set free?
For peace is not a world of bottomless gold and rainbows
But the unconditional love of a little dove
Singing to the sun as it wakes
Giving our hearts another reason to open up
And gaze unflinchingly at the dawn of a new day, arms in arms.
A confusing poem, I know...still trying to get some inspiration while being stuck at home. Thoughts? How's your self-isolation going?
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