A world without war
This world that I call mine
The same one we all call ours
Is a most beautiful place;
Self sustaining, it allows us
To grow our own food, to share it
With others, to receive water
From its skies,
To build upon it from scratch,
To create worlds of our own
Within its midst
To love and to appreciate at will
Why,
This world, self sustaining,
Birthed us as its gemstones,
The most rare and precious ones
In the universe
Capable of igniting fires
And extinguishing these as we wish to
Yet,
This world, today
Holds her head down
With a grim look on its face
As we have made of it today
A world which cannot be without war,
A world which cannot be without hatred,
Without we claiming to belong
To certain groups which we call ours
Yet which has in them
The same blood, the same organs,
All needing the same air!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2024
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