As the peoples raise their flags, Of varying countries, entering the earth, The factory of races, dogmas that bags Their beliefs, cultures, languages leaving no death
Unpunished by the laws of the peoples, Who worship peaceful humanity Whose heart is cleaved by what topples Them: Pride and vanity.
Give the peoples a chance to Revert to their simple virtues Which lend a hand to friend and foe And never bend under oppression’s cues.
The time for death is near, Near the hearth of family, Family, whose the sole perpetrator, Perpetrator of unconditional love. Love, that’s the ravager of loneliness, Loneliness that drives despair, Despair, that’s the cultivator Cultivator of dispossessed souls, Souls that needed love, received brutality. Brutality that’s emotional and physical, Physical breaks that takes ages, Ages to mend, but never overcome, Overcome completely the degradation, Degradation of Death’s door that opens Opens for all aggressors who’ve torn, Torn away at your confidence. Confidence that you rip out of their palms, Palms that are covered in blood, Blood of the innocent who survived, Survived hell on earth and won, Won the war over death’s door.
Her head, slightly tilted up, looking Into his beautiful chocalaty eyes Swarming with love, passion, striving To impart his longing to listen to her piano’s
Rendition of an Austrian waltz, Stiring his passions for her innocence, Compassion, and adaptability that’s the cause Of his unfailing support for her patience,
That’s infallible in her haloed Reverence for their rhythm and harmony In a life filled with shared experiences, favored With laughter ringing with a clarity
That resonates within the heart, Making its flutter call out their names When you feel their need for your part Of a hug, kiss, even a game played that aims
To not only fill them with cheer for their Peers, but also teaches morals And ethics that help stabilize greater Community unity that propels
The certainty that although life, Tech, health fluctuate, our strength Of belief in one another’s humanity’s care For its perseverance in the face of adversity, at length
Will never drop its compassion, Survival when faced with injustice, confusion.
Poetry for Change 