It’s not so new
So history tells us,
Nothing new on the face of earth.
But if that were true,
Why don’t we read of seasons,
When peace prevailed,
Where the sun shone,
On only righteous men ?
What if what we do,
Is the precursor to new hope ?
A season of times changing,
A buzz on the wavelength,
Of mankinds’ radio station, love.
The thousands of years gone,
Are they not repeating again ?
Why not ask a new rhythm,
And dance like there’s no tomorrow.
Freeing the strangle hold which binds,
Our hearts from endless fear.
Lets escape our personal histories.
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