You are all my relations - Poem.
Father.
Mother.
Sister.
Brother.
This poem is a poem of peace and love.
This is a song of war against war.
Father, mother, sister, brother.
I desire a World of peace.
We are war against war.
We are the flowers in the barrel of a gun.
We are the insect of peace that pollinates a desert of destination loved.
To end all defeat.
To end all humiliation.
To end all annihilation
Uncle. Auntie, niece, nephew.
Cousin, grandma, grandpa.
You are connected to me, by more than a million years.
We are the fusion of an infinite generations.
We are the fusions of infinite genius and stupidity.
And we must stand for freedom, peace, and love.
This was a throw back to an eternal desire.
When all that beckons us is the end of our family.
We are the family of humanity.
For we are all the child of the ancestor of all.
And that ancestor would surely want peace.
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