Why is the world so divided
when there could be enough to go around?
Why do we start wars
when a compromise could be found?
Why do we chose left
when everyone seems to think they know what is right?
Why do people cry
when a rainbow is in my eye line?
I do not like this world
that is split at every end
There is beauty to be seen
There is a hand to be extended
Things fall a part
as they always do
the old dies off
babies are born anew
I see a world together
Interlocked in spirit
Filled with happiness and joy,
who will be there to hear it?
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