The ants saunter by
In a uniformed line
Working in unison to feed their colony
There is no prejudice
There is no hatred
They all work in peace
An arrow of geese slices the air
They stay close for protection
They are on the same mission
They fly in formation as one
A pack of wolves scamper through the woods
On their way to a lone deer
They move as one unit
One brain shared among them
There are no questions
And no complaints
Bullets splinter the air
Bodies are strewn across the barren ground
The peace is gone
War has settled among us
We don’t agree
They don’t want help
Nobody listens
Nobody survives
It does not have to be like this
We can all read the same book,
Sing the same song,
And the share the same dream
Arguments can be resolved without war
But getting to that place takes work
That place has a name
The place where all become one,
And one become all.
It is called the future.
Tell me what you think!
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