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A world without war, a world at its best,
Fills our hearts with desire, wishing away pain.
No more bitterness, resentment, anger, or all of the rest.
We screw up our faces and try not to complain.

Memories scattered from a life,
A handshake, a gun bent into a knot, the symbol of peace.
No conflict, no strife.
To achieve this universal wish, here are the keys.

Opening up a world, where families aren’t torn apart,
Nor completely dissipated, as though by magnetic poles.
Less tears, less broken hearts,
This thought, it helps me fill all the gaping holes.

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by GL Reader | 10/11/2019