A poem with no name

 
can’t read anymore horror stories
babies suffocating in painful deaths
what war crimes are we committing daily
standing silent with bombs in our hands
i’m digging deep for beauty the face of 255
tiny babies born every minute on this planet
soft faces to touch and souls to nurture they
come with the risk of the worst grief
 
i want neighbors to love and houses for all
i want peace like a river taking us away from
this lying bundle of uncivilised violent hate
i want love and kisses and dancing i want to give away
money and come again to the divine origin of life

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