The walk.
The sun began to set as little Johnny trudged on
three hours ago he found out that his mother was gone.
Dead by water maybe dog or cane
but all johnny knew is they didnt even know her name.
Johnny looked to his left and glanced to his right
knowing forever he would remember this night.
Looking toward the sunset he recalled seeing
a unity of people filled with decent human beings.
The future he saw not just a small dream
but someday he knew that everyone could live in peace.
Johnny knew this isnt the day deep in his heart
but he did knew that this is where it would start.
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