Dichotomous Hours
A child’s smiling face
A sunrise shining on a field of flowers
An orchestra fluidly keeping pace
In this World of ours
A hateful cold man’s face
A bomb’s blast sees ash from flesh makes rock from towers
An ocean of starvation born of greed’s embrace
On this Earth of ours
A distracted blank face
A mind of apathy denies thought empowers
An era in darkness begs light to erase
In this Time of ours
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