Armistice
Apart from being torn in pieces, I am together.
Aside from what is known, I am in twain.
Life is fulfilled with so much complexity; however, the world is mundane.
It seems to be a lack of involvement in an enricher way.
Through variables of disparity, discrepancy is everywhere.
None of this matter when augment must be the sound of a nation diverse from immigration and structured from this profoundness.
Our country mode of government must enhance this conformity.
There is no reason to lose to foreign entities.
World War is in a third tier.
We are not afraid of perseverance.
We will restructure from this campaign.
We are so far in tyranny that our militia is ready to bear arms.
Oppressive this may be perceived; however, it really is not.
Our democracy is consensus that rises up metaphorically to win from tyrants in the government with irony being what is exerted.
We bring to bear all that is necessitated to stand up for what is right.
In peace and harmony, we negotiate to avoid a fight.
If this is not possible, we deploy outright in which an immediate surrender is reserved.
We are strong in our focus and our position is known throughout the universe.
In deportment, we conduct our business.
Our behavior; therefore, is exemplary.
Our minds are within our history of how we became.
Our beings are prototypical in strategy and this is in peace or war.
We bid goodwill to all.
We bring to bear all that is necessitated to stand up for what is right.
In peace and harmony, we negotiate to avoid a fight.
We bid all goodwill and a good night.
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
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