Wake up to another morning in sunlight brilliance

look about a world of passion, beauty, resilience.

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The news, what we read; our beautiful children too,

can we not forget the one hundred and thirty two,

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kids, smiling faces with pure innocence abound,

they knew childlike pain, seeing upheaval all around,

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their villages, their homeland, filled with a political strife,

suggested each one, each kind soul, compassion in life.

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Yet, the saddest part of any mindless tragedy is the possibility,

the notion that what in future days held welcome opportunity

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could be destroyed by the swift arm of pure evil mindset,

this hateful world must begin to leave us certainly upset,

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Quell that apathy, and rise above our human monotony,

of believing the horrors are a globe apart, so far away.

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In Pakistan, we stopped human life from exploring their dreams,

while across the bay in Cuba rhetoric said welcome to a regime,

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In your home and ours, in everyone’s world the breathing slows,

in the elegance of natural cause, not striking down, insidious blows,

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of torture … power is such a menacing tool so ill-met with malice,

we are all guilty of seeking ownership, claim of that sacred chalice.

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Can we be a society, a nation, a planet of people perhaps that may cease,

to extinguish our hopes, our dreams, and wait, open our arms toward peace.