Hope Returns

A fire burns,

My Spirit learns,

My soul discerns,

My mind, it churns.

As my Heart yearns,

So Hope returns.

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Not Back

Truth does matter.

Let illusions shatter,

For as painful as that step may be,

‘Tis worth the clash and clatter.

Comfort comes at cost.

For the Truth is often lost

When we choose to keep our blinders on,

By waves of ignorance tossed.

Struggle with the facts.

Allow your thoughts and acts

To be affected all that you learn,

Move forward and not back.

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The Fight Goes On

Win or lose

The fight goes on.

Don’t be confused.

The fight goes on.

Since time began,

The fight goes on.

Now take your stand.

The fight goes on.

With battles won,

The fight goes on.

When we’re undone,

The fight goes on.

If you stumble,

The fight goes on.

Don’t you crumble.

The fight goes on.

Never fret.

The fight goes on.

Never forget,

The fight goes on.

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Include Us

Peace and Justice are intertwined

And if one remains undermined

The other will still elude us.

We must be sure to include us.

As we deny one another,

And as we exclude each other,

We, too, leave ourselves behind and

Have no place on which we can stand.

So if you want enjoy Peace,

And want your fears to be released,

Ensure that each has a fair share.

Let Justice be done ev’rywhere.

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Wretched Idealist

Call me a fool,

A wretched idealist;

A liberal tool,

An utter unrealist.

Your labels fall short;

Your arrows won’t pierce.

Why must we distort

Compassion so fierce?

When did we cease

Believing we could

Be a power for Peace,

Doing all that we should?

When did progress become

Our enemy’s name,

Abandoning some

Just to keep things the same?

I pray we will turn

And pursue a new road.

I pray we will learn,

That our wounds may be sewed.

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