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Simple sounding
Memories stir from younger
days rhymes
Yet,
Red, Yellow, Black, and
White
Who is not precious in
your sight?
Seeing signs of the end
Apocalypse envisioned
Nothing so far away as
something imagined or simply to be feared
Not just a tool for
stirring new converts
Hatred,
Fear,
Jealousy,
Right here, right now
Red, yellow, black, and
white
Why can not they all be
precious in your sight?
Reflect and remember and
redeem
The moment, your neighbor,
yourself...the world
One by one, we awaken from
the illusion, the dream
Awake to the reality of
our choice to love.
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