What Ails Thee World

What ails thee world, Oh! World of mine.
What on Earth has possessed thy mind,
To cause such harm to your own kind.
Reaping the blighted harvest of bitter seeds sown.

Sad soul forlorn, world war torn
In the lands where it was taught,
Nought but "Love thy fellow Man"
Is the worlds end now at hand.

As if out of nothing, becoming this something
Earth! How precious you are.
Thy name is known abroad, afar
Amongst the ancient guardian stars

Let our endless night be broken,
Let Love's words be spoken
Oh! Brave New World, Oh! World of mine
Now is our time to truly shine.

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I also love Poetry, with a great message........


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