World Peace
World peace, an illusion grown from
a bad gene somewhere lost
and unknown to
anyone,
The best thought ever sprung can't
be agreed upon and often
hated by ideas of
some.
History has shown there has never
been a time when distinct
spirits love all
others,
Universal peace has no place in the
mind, a foolish quest: we are
not all sisters and
brothers.
Yorktown Disciple
World peace, an illusion grown from
a bad gene somewhere lost
and unknown to
anyone,
The best thought ever sprung can't
be agreed upon and often
hated by ideas of
some.
History has shown there has never
been a time when distinct
spirits love all
others,
Universal peace has no place in the
mind, a foolish quest: we are
not all sisters and
brothers.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 11472
Quatrain of World Peace - 11472 - Yorktown Disciple
Poem Sanctum
The
best
thought
ever
sprung
best
thought
ever
sprung
Yorktown Disciple
Poetizing around the world
Poetizing around the world
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