Hope
As thirst will be quenched
Of the bayonet cataclysmal
Stabs dulled
Storms will weaken
When fragile beliefs
Unruffled, credulous
Sanity will be free
From divisive dungeons then
Away from animosity
Quagmire, life
Will wade forth
To the harmonious harbour
From the debris
Of dying humanity
Will build again with one accord
Realm of endless hopes.
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