Hope in a Dark World

I saw a world in shambles
Lost and broken; in despair
Without some form of anchor
To hold its peacetime wear
But deep within that sadness
A faint beacon still remained
Within the little children
To whom hate must be explained
For they know not of races
Of gender or of creed
They see the world as equal
When they ask “Please play with me”
What if we all were children
Back in grade school once again
Maybe we’d take life lessons
And rid life of pain and sin.

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