Change Is Not Out Of Grasp
Stuck in circles,
Of seemingly nonstop repetitions.
The world repeats its errors:
War, deceit, and more war.
A future has set sail,
And approaches on the horizon.
Peace and harmony
Within Destiny’s grasp.
The bloodshed has ceased.
The opportunities are equal.
Once succumbed to disharmony,
Now exists a world of peace.
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