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Monday 2 December 2019

Belong


With each misguided step, we take, 
we get 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 
Hatred and fear; for God... religions war
...there must be another way 

So take my hand, my poetic friend
and with words, we'll soothe the cracks 
Then wounds... they will heal, 
enlightenment... will reveal;
They'll be no longer a need, for wisdom, 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, through poetry... to get along
Then in a world awash with new empathy
...we can ALL finally belong 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 


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