I’m thinking of the man with a thousand faces.
Seeing a woman with the thousand-year smile.
They are gone now without any clues or traces.
They are lost forever; that is more than a while.
Something or someone shows up and replaces.
They’ll control the future, don’t touch the dial.
You’re the choir, sopranos, tenors, altos, bases.
Hope you’ll show us your best sense and style.
It’s all so exciting, my heart stutters and races.
Our stories involve both the virtuous and vile.
In the end, one thing always another replaces.
Don the face you choose, you’re invited, smile.
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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