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Waking from dreams of tidal peace Swirling on gritty sands Happy to know that wars increase for freer farther lands Freedom costs so much to get and often more to keep As takers take the price is met We strain in bonds of greed One short taste of sweet free joy Will fester till it bursts Finds a way, a simple ploy To get to good from worst Sometimes it's hard to waken From dreams that feel like these Hours through a working day They never ever cease And yet at colored sunsets We sit in awe and hope That people work together To conquer greed and cope