The perfume of a flower
The language of the sea,
The dream,
That is love’s promise
Green miracles, called trees
That let us live on earth
Enjoy all beauty’s worth,
The red rose captures passion
In the early morning breeze,
The love that follows birth,
All mother’s, bless them, please
For Love is so important
To lift the spirit high,
Without it we just languish,
Then wither and just die.

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Questions,
Evasive
Satisfaction poor,
Incomprehension
Soars,
‘You must believe’
They tell you,
But so many injustices
Seem, to always
Take over the Floor
And we are left
With the most foggy
And lost sensation,
Because, when it comes
To Evil and Domination,
Nothing changes,
And we are left standing
Before the open doors
Of abuse and abomination
Being so shameful,
This constant lack
Of tolerance,
For one another,
And so much hate!
Instead of understanding
And at least a little
Consideration,
For one another
Shame on all of us!
For behaving like
Destructive
Savages!
What will become
Of this once,
Great Nation?
Hate is not a builder
Love is the only path
To harmony and true
Salvation,
As we were,
And should be
Again,
United as
One Great Nation.

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