We Are the Makers
We are the makers, the purveyors, the consumers of our creed.
But also in unison, the conductors of why we ultimately bleed.
We all drink from the same fountain of life, we borrow our breath from its precious spout.
So many refuse to breathe though, only blowing hate, causing us to drown in a river of drought.
Perhaps someday we will see the world for what is possible, we will learn to live again.
To listen to the symphonies of benevolence, to remember the words that make us ascend.
We can do anything in this lifetime, it is this that makes us great.
But for the love of it all, we must stop the silence of souls on behalf of our faith.
It is time we all grow up and be better men.
It is the hour of our moment, our children, it is time to amend.
So whether solemn or not, you choose something to believe.
Remember, it will always be our doing, our potential to achieve.
And that regardless of your deity, wherever you put your prayer and your trust.
We must learn to devote ourselves, to the choices that make up peace for all of us.
January 12, 2016
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