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HERE TO BE



We are not here for political degradation! 
We're not here to despise one another!
We're not here to hate and be hated!
❤️ We are here to love and be loved...❤️
We're not here to be predators!
We're not here to salute a flag!
We're not here to believe more than we know!
🆓 We are here to be free people's united in kinship...🆓
We're not here to hold a grudge!
We're not here to go hungry!
We're not here to have a career!
🌏 We are here to be a steward to Home and ALL others...🌎
We're not here to be judge, jury or executioner!
We're not here to murder, rape and pillage!
We're not here to wage abhorrent wars!
✌️ We are here to be peacemakers...✌️
We're not here to spoil the air, water and soil!
We're not here to overdose on our virulent genius!
We're not here to commit a collective suicide! 
☯ We are here to unite for the cause of One...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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