Far echoes of countless cries
of tears shed and dreams that dried
yester years have passed and gone
still conflicts rage with battle song.
Amidst hopes and tearful eyes
where hidden horrors and sorrow lie
our hearts seek solace and quiet peace
while chaos rages without cease.
Behold, the sun rises casting rays
piercing darkness to bring new days
let love chase hate without a trace
and open hearts as wide as space.
On the horizon hope flickers bright
outstretched hands break through the night
united minds are given chance
to live with joy to sing and dance.
Grant us wisdom be our guide
let us set discord aside
bound us all in tight embrace
grant us life of simple grace.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry
July 18, 2023, 2023 | OC California
