HEAL OUR WORLD


How long shall we hide in the Meadows,
Terrified to relate even with our own shadows.
Who will help us this stranglehold break,
Ere our world to armargedon raked.

Wisdom is shrouded in grievous folly,
Whilst all grope in this labyrinth sorely,
In search of hope as a ray to flicker,
Bonded by purpose so none do bicker.

Hearken, ye that wields great power divine,
Stifle this pandemic destroying the vine,
Open the floodgates upon our world, and,
Cause your rain to heal the land.

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