On the Verge of Peace

 

This immediate desire to quell and instill, I sensed, rather than heard.

Inspiration was born from a mournful song of one lone born.

Yet, during this late three o’ clock hour, I was motivated to write—

With might, hoping this random spill of words would end our plight.

 

Yeah okay, this fear festering in these hearts of ours will come to pass,

Making room for an awakening world now preordained to last.

We are weary and weakened from our wars,

While racism fostering a cataclysm, creeps upon our safest shores.

 

Although, our perceptive minds tend to be that of an object,

A planetary peace potential, we lean towards being circumspect.

But it comes as no surprise, that during the brink of morn we’ll realize,

There’s a gleaming key that lies in our palms to make us—keep us calm.

 

Vague, negative preconceptions of our race, humanity will face.

For this key unlocks mysteries to a place that time could near almost erase.

Unfortunately, a secret has been buried under these sands of an hourglass.

Enduring humanity’s tumultuous past, as time was mercilessly cast.

 

Yet, our soul’s single discovery of this key, buried in our history,

Will once and forever, reveal the truth for you and me.

For now is born a tool at a vehicle for this our “Golden Rule”

Because when we are at peace with the world, our joy will shine through.

 

So let us rejoice as one voice, for we’ve reached the bridge, where division and separation cease,

And march into the Orange Horizon, on the verge of peace.

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