The Way To Peace Poem by Vision Ghost

For what negates the forward motions, of all people
I can see the idealism, of what is set upon the steeple
Symbolism created by hands, has torn down the same
This life is for what is beyond, not the present game

What would happen, if I didn’t act like you tomorrow?
To let something unconsidered, feature and now grow
And stepped aside a true sense, of individual morals
Neglect the pain of the mockery, of ignorant sorrows

But step beyond the foot, that trod ahead of the other
I believe we apply for what is acceptable, from another
Shed the chains of acceptance, and free the soul inside
Individuality is never founded, in personalities to hide

Outside the mainframe, of co-existence like a window
See through to the rest, of the worlds’ unmarked brow
And hope to have the strength, to unite two factions
From war and controversy, melding into pro-action

If an overall majority always wins, then never vote
If taxes and finance, promote war then live on a boat
If neutrality detracts terrorism, then ignore the influence
If we all awoke and did the same thing, in confluence

Two hands to which we are born, yet one holds a gun
What if we held a lover with both, that would be fun
Imagine how much we could retrieve, if we disagreed
With the powers that be, and demanded we be freed

It’s ridiculous to think, how easy this actually can be
If each and every person, could just simply do it to see
How much can be reversed, from starvation and disease
Poverty and warfare, when the world is never at ease

Why did these politicians, order your children to die?
Do we all just stand here, while they promote the lie?
And pollute the air you breathe, in the luxury of denial
Accuse us of being dependent, when they bomb for oil

If all they want is independence, then we can do that
And never cross a name on a vote slip, in political spat
When tomorrow becomes that, of another lucky bonus
I think it’s high time we shed the blindness, within us

So awake to the crystal of clarities, as this isn’t hard
And recover what we are owed, from a world marred
I don’t believe death, is a release with the soul so gone
Because I believe so that this voice, isn’t the only one