What we told ourselves above
They were not words but whispers of love
In heaven, we conspired an overthrow
If this stream of love did not flow
Ours below is a single mission
To love the world till submission
In loving ourselves, we love the world
In loving the world turn brass to gold
If the world throws hate at me
I pick it up and I don't throw it back
That's one hate down. Someday
The world will run out of hate
Then it will return what I gave it
LOVE.
©tonychuks
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