There is the cursing and crying
Laughter covers every wound
From the broken cries of shame
To the temporary highs of gain
Let the lightness of every move
Deny not the pastures of wonder
And bar none the music of heart
For as the wars of world are done
Let survivors kick start beginnings
In the midst of living and dying,
There are always shades of the sun
As the pursuit of human perfection
Makes the misery drag down validation
Gently, for every action of raw depression
Let rhythms of human progression
Speed forwards with a kind intention.
J.Bibi
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