Lucky is a
Strange thing, like
Being locked
Alone,
And lonely,
In the laws
We are told to learn,
In the bridges
We ignore as they burn.
It is said
That
Our country is dominant,
Our teachings are prominent
Through our world, which
We must save because
Our ancestors were not brave
Enough.
Every day
More people
Are slaughtered,
Our planet
Gets hotter,
Why is it
Not a bother?
We must fix what
We broke, by
Laying down arms,
And joining
Arm in Arm
To fight, not for
Solidarity,
But for fellowship.
This fight needs not
Fire, but flowers.
This change must be
Run with, not stepped on.
If we don’t break down
These walls, they will
Crumble on us.
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