When all we have, are our hearts and our pens, eagles are born
warriors are resurrected, and love rules our world
with a scepter from heaven, words
creating our humanity.
And our motivation flows from a clean river, hearts
on fire, so that armies of destruction are halted
never able to break into
our dimension. And hate slowly
of our unfortunate
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”