Mission of Submissions
Agenda ours to rectify
Conflict surrounds what one will try
Convey peace thoughts to us and them
When will our world just comprehend
Our President is just one man
Who has to try and sell a plan
To a world where War dictates
Outcome, ours, grim is our fate
Hate breathes down upon his back
Back home and where senseless attacks
Brings more death than dialog
Across mindsets empty of God
His words will try to heal old wounds
As some will plan attacks and doom
His speech wont fly unless all try
To build upon what in us ties
The thirst for life to share cultures
With Dove, Peace sign not War and Vultures
The price all pay to coexist
As differences in man persist
This write won't change or twist an arm
Or claim what years have failed to calm
Hot heads to cool, blazing new trails
A peace process to help prevail
Mission of submissions, but will we?
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