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What I long to see is the
flocks of humanity chasing the wolves of animosity,
the envelope of love, wrapping up hatred,
the piece of diversity being joined by the threads of unity.
What I long for is that
the dignity of labour will pitch its tent
and all mankind will seek refuge under its roof.
And that respect will spread her fragrance in all hearts
and the young and old, male and female,
will succumb to her voice.
What I need to breathe
is a picture-perfect world,
where peace and unity,
security and stability,
health and wealth will flow like a river,
where worries will be as low current electricity,
giving no power to depression and suicide.
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Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
Great one