One Way Avenue Poem by Sammy S. Quence

Their say, is so different from ours
For, if it were, up to us
There would be no up or down
Not this side or another
But one way
Either we all rise up together
Or we fall down as one, Holding each other up, on the cliff that we'll hang from
This way the world would be equal in weight to bear
In pain, in joy, peace, or in love. Rain or Shine
So that we may truly know what it means to depend on a person
To be one in the mind, soul, and in the heart.
To know and see the influences that we have on other peoples lives.
But to make it so we ourselves, stay what we are, ourselves.
One way to freedom. One way to peace. Only one way. But no war.
This is the Heartland, were the sun always shines, and the wind always blows.
This is my America, my Japan, Canada, and Australia.
It's were my heart and mind are. It is were you are, too.
This is the One way land. Our One way world.
Perfection and Peace, just like the beginning.
There ways are so different from ours in this world.
They told us to go, because they could not stand us.
Nor could they lock us up and throw away the key. They had no power or rights over us.
They could not bear to touch us. So they just kicked us out.
We made our own worlds, were everyone could find some love and a home.
We put up are own One way signs in there street as are protest.
They could not contain us, or stop us. They could not get us to shut up, or back down.
They took down our signs, but we just put them back in this world.
We still, once and awhile put up our signs just to remember.
And to remind the world, what and how it used to be before all of this destruction.
Just One Way, but so different in our own ways.