Exhume
The guns ring one last shot
and the hunger begins to stop.
Rain clouds clear
for the sun to appear.
Blood filled rivers disappear
and fill with tears.
Cleansing the world from a plague
that killed sanity.
Love has revived
and hate has died.
Peace has exhumed.
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