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Many a time's spent,
With men marching on,
With weapon in hand,
To Right what thought's Wrong.
Wrong to one,
Right to another,
May we ever find,
The axiom of the brother?
The earthling was meant,
To continue its life,
With wide open spaces,
And clear open skies.
Or is apocalypse now?
As may continue the trend,
Of restless question,
Does it make sense?
How many lives,
Does it take 'til mistake?
Is realized that one,
May make it too late?
With the jewels in the sky,
The chances to live,
To enable us all,
Be our only true gift.
To live without fear,
To live without pain,
To live without greed,
To live without shame,
To live not diseased,
To live not the hate,
To live with true harmony,
Dear God what's it take?
