You and me, together
we'll make it through this.
A battle of right and wrong
laid at our feet.
How do we right
the wrong that we did,
make things better?
Disaster and Pain
were our weapons.
Now Love and Hope
must be our shield
to fix the world we created.
I'd gather I wrote this some time during my junior year. It sounds like something I would have written then. So that would have been the fall of '05. I still remember what I intended the meaning to be for this poem. It's about love between individuals as well as a greater bond we all share as human beings. Sometimes we get so wrapped up in our personal lives that we forget about the rest of the world. I would hope that some balance can be reached whereby helping the populous can help bring individuals together.
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