When thirst will be quenched
of the bayonet
cataclysmal edge dulled,
Storms will weaken.
.
Thin-skinned beliefs
when unruffled; credulous
sanity will be free
from divisive dungeons.
.
Away from quagmire
Of animosity, 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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