At times,
often are the times,
when our minds do need some rest.
To find a pocket of peace,
a smidgin of quietude,
by increments removed.
The battle drums rattle,
the penny whistles screech,
the angst of existence
mankind besieged.
In far away places,
an enemy rages,
so small in size
invisible to the eye.
Hollow are the words,
the gestures of concern,
when icecaps are melting
and harvests burn.
Little the comfort
of trips to Mars
in the face of millions
sleeping beneath the stars.
Endless discussions
of who is right, or who is wrong,
instead of sincere attention
to how we could all get along.
For those who have it all,
all is never enough,
and for those who barely survive
enough is always tough.
In spite of all of this
and maybe even more,
there's still a great potential
for humanity to soar.
Inside of you, and inside of me,
inside of all humanity,
slumbers the embers;
hope for a better destiny.
It begins with you,
it begins with me,
we begin with compassion,
we begin with empathy.
(Citizen X)
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