Change Is Not Out Of Grasp

Stuck in circles,

Of seemingly nonstop repetitions.

The world repeats its errors:

War, deceit, and more war.


A future has set sail,

And approaches on the horizon.

Peace and harmony

Within Destiny’s grasp.


The bloodshed has ceased.

The opportunities are equal.

Once succumbed to disharmony,

Now exists a world of peace.


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