That thing, give it to me, please Your shiny clicky click-clack The faceted rock I want to squeeze A precious stone, your plastic jewels, Give them to me now. Or I’ll shoot? I’ll shoot. I need the shinies, the pretties To put them in my…

Taking your voice And giving it – but not away To others Who are less fortunate And can’t afford To have their own Yours will be heard Will echo – far Carrying their lives That some of them Live not by choice

When? When will we learn that different is beautiful? When will we see with our hearts and not our eyes? When will we read the character of the person with the discernment of our minds? Will we ever see that peace brings healing and war…