Through

Through Every artist has a dream, That a masterpiece made by imagination Might manipulate the morality of millions Amiably molding minds Into an improved method of empathy Through impression A painter paints a portrait of peace Possibly provoking the population with pictures of splendor Politely on a platform portraying paradise Through paint A composer carefully Selects chords of confidence To create a score A fantastic orchestra of harmonic descants To calm the conscious of mankind Through lyric A singer sings a sweet serenade to soothe the savage Using sounds of suffering to persuade civilization To resolve all differences peacefully Through song A director directs dramatic dreams To deliver a dominant documentary on how dangerously the world Is on the border of destruction Through drama Every preacher prays that the people in the pews Will display penance for their corrupt past Then return to repenting and worshiping The Omnipotent properly Through prayer Every poet pens a splendid poem of prose To appease the rapid temper of the peoples’ passions Helping to promote a positive place That can be passed down to offspring Through poetry The truth is that we continue to remain different by choice; Every race wants to be the superior race Failing to realize that there is on one race… The human race Until we have the decency to understand each other With honest hope and love There will always be hate There will always be fear There will always be war And we will always be on the verge…of being through.