With each misguided step, we take,
we get closer to our goal
Upon life's ladder of misfortune,
ironically, it appears...
we must break, before appreciating whole
The dark and light they compliment,
there is solace in the grey
Hatred and fear; for God... religions war
...there must be another way
So take my hand, my poetic friend
and with words, we'll soothe the cracks
Then wounds... they will heal,
enlightenment... will reveal;
They'll be no longer a need, for wisdom, to look back
For with this glue, of our kindred bond,
like-minded others we'll attract
Together as one, we'll embrace the world,
the hatred we'll extract
Sharing words of peace, sharing words of love
encouraging the world, through poetry... to get along
Then in a world awash with new empathy
...we can ALL finally belong
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
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