Wasted Regions of Hope

Without purpose, the mind is no longer

a beating heart among

the saviours

Wage the fight among the masses

that we should conquer defeat, sweat and marred souls

who arise from ignorance

Wasted regions of hope

sit spilt at corners where

no one meets

Hope is no more when

we fail to see it through

to its limits

When we finally accept one another

as loving brothers and sisters

on this colorful Earth ~

without prejudice or pride

we will see the truth

There is no truth where there is hatred.


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Writing by Marnie Mitchell-Lister

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