One can Stand

Bonded by the rays of the sun
and guided by glow from the moon.

We dwell on this beautiful sphere;

Soaring together,

Despite our color,

and despite our race.

But with the advent of cold wars,

Igniting pain on open sores,

The stockpiles begin to dwindle

and death becomes the Devil.

Claiming lives with ruthless abandon

and inflicting misery with a blast from its Canon.

Picture this canvas in your mind;

A world living in harmony

With everyone swaying to the same melody

Peace would be as the sands of the earth

and love would always glitter like the stars.

But none of this would come to fruition,

When we don’t make the right volition.


If one is able to stand


We all would.

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