People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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My heart cries with the mourning dove,
moaning for the song of love. My longing
such I cannot comprehend the daily
moments. So, I may reach for my regrets,
bouquets of thought and feeling. Three
quarter century’s gone and I’m left to
wonder what’s been done to change the
hatred into love. Can we reach the tipping
point or are we already too late? No matter
our fate. Will we work or will we
fail? What will be our final simple tale?
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