BABIES IN THE ROOM
When I look around the world
and see and hear how the news is all gloom and doom
I wonder if our leaders would still call each other names
If their hatred would flow and their anger would fume…
If they were surrounded by smiling babies in the room.
If they each had to carry a baby…while they spoke
would this help to melt their hearts
would it make them understand…
they are literally holding the future of the world
within their own two hands
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