PLUM
Noble are those who look past the sins,
For erring is human and forgiving divine.
With open arms they accept the ones astray,
Picking the seeds of hatred till they lay bare for love.
They wage wars of tranquility in the face of stagnant animosity,
Coming out with peace on their side and hope in their hearts.
They cower not to the ones who play God,
For God himself chooses to be humane each day.
They exist through generations and very many faces,
In pens, words and in the winds of change.
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