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Dear Love, Peace


Dear Love, the walls I built had to be torn down
Dear Love the walls we've built have to come down
Dear Home, the toxins I left in you have to be wiped away
Dear (H)eartH the toxins we've spilled have to be cleansed

I will rise as Peace, I will rise as Forgiveness
We will rise as Peace, we will rise as Forgiveness
I will rise, on the streets, in the houses of worship
We will rise, on the streets, in the houses of worship

I bow to the truth, pray for salvation from my use of Home
Dear Brother, bow to the truth, pray for salvation from our use of Home
I pray the (H)eartH brings me humbly around to myself
Dear Sister, pray the (H)eartH brings us humbly around to Heaven

Pray out loud, plead that all others forgive us, that they forgive Me
Beseech the children to forgive us all for our misuse of them
Oh God! We need bow to our kinship, bow to what holds us here
Bow we must, but never allow ourselves to be enslaved by another

Be righteous, be humble, be both and always remember the kinship
No more war, no more children dying from war’s rage filled ugliness
Dear Brother, dear Sister, forgive me for holding my tongue
Forgive me for my not seeing sooner where I’d always been

I rise to the truth in Me, to the kinship in We, to Home, to God

Peace

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

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