"I am a loving man!"
And the world knows, except the gang
with the gong of violence!
Agile moves behind skin tight masks,
impossible to recognize.
Ultimately the truth prevails..
Mirroring,
The New Yorkers on streets,
March for peace in spite, assaults;
Voice "Not at the cost of our names,"
Echoing,
Unison, hand in hand, "I am a loving man!"
Confirming,
In Truce he isn't alone
World and New Yorkers tone
Overpower evil, who can?
"The loving man!"
Oh, if only the gong of violence ceased to exist and problems associated.