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Empty souls press grounds unknown.
Vacant hearts indulge in wonders yet to be discovered.
Mournful beings beg for salvation
while the glitters of a great land gleam in unsatisfied eyes.
We dance by the sun as the yearn by the moon.
How is it so that a nation sleeps so soundly
as our brothers and sisters fight battles ignored by hope?
Blood is seeping within our oil, on our clothing, from our ignorant minds.
How dare we turn the blindest of eyes to a fire so harshly burning.
Run my children, my brothers and sisters.
Place bare souls to jagged grounds.
Stand in chaos, drown in tears you cannot touch,
but feel with every fresh rain.
Turn walls to windows and feel the burning world before you.
Speak valiantly, burst boundaries, reach the hands you once kept clean
to the depths of the earth and pull burried optimism to the disconsolate shores.
Allow a hush over the cynical pessimists and the veils they place on hopeful eyes.
If I could change anything,
I would diminish race and religion.
I would break barriers placed by generations before me.
I would connect the shorelines and
replace parochialism with peace.