Bonded by the rays of the sun
and guided by glow from the moon.
We dwell on this beautiful sphere;
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.