The Better Place


Why do some people hurt and harm?
Why must they kill and bomb?
Out of spite or abuse.
Choose.
All they have to do is choose.
Choose right over wrong.
Live life as if it were a happy song,
One where we all get along.
Why do the wicked sneer and retreat back,
As if they were the ones under attack?
The earth can be a cruel place,
But all we need is a kind face.
No more hatred and cruel laughter
And from here on and after,
Hopefully the world will be a better place.

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