Ours is a World

March 5, 2014

Ours is a world of turmoil

And ours is a world of love.

Countries stand, a sword between,

And no one is safe save the dove

Who sings to men with blade to throat,

Who loves everyone who bleeds.

But we all bleed, and most of us shave,

So our world is a family.

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