For every bullet,
A child's dreams.
For every bomb,
A mother's heart.
For every act of violence,
A better choice.
For every act of hate,
A better path.
For every body,
There is a name.
For every excuse,
There is a mirror.
For every hunger,
There is an answer...
And we are that answer!
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Right on; this is truth presented as plain and pure as the desert rose.