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Thursday, 21 May 2015

Belong

With each misguided step we take, 
we are closer to our goal 
Upon life's ladder of misfortune,
ironically, it appears... 
we must break, before appreciating whole

The dark and light they compliment, 
there is solace in the grey 
The bottle drowns; for God, religions war
...there must be another way 

So take my hand, my poetic friend 
and with words we'll soothe the cracks 
The wounds... they will heal, 
enlightenment will... reveal;
we'll need, no longer to look back

For with this glue, of our kindred bond,
like minded others we'll attract
Together as one, we'll embrace the world,  
the hatred we'll extract

Sharing words of peace, sharing words of love 
encouraging the world to get along...
Then in a world awash with new empathy
...we'll finally belong 

© Debbie Razey 2015