It’s not too late
Just to open the gate
To it holding a plate
On it two equal portions
It mouthing words share
Nothing can compare
To the feeling of honesty
Emitting wavelengths
That calm aggression
Along with ego oppression
As there’s nothing to fear
The image in the tear
No face or race
Just the colours of love
The scales of justice
Counterweight and balance
Not to even the score
And what’s more
Not to beg or plead
Just to ask fulfil the wish
To live as one.
One Comment
Heal the wounds and
vanquish the Hate ;
It’s not too late
Just to open the gate
To it holding a plate
On it two equal portions
It mouthing words share
Nothing can compare
To the feeling of honesty
Emitting wavelengths
That calm aggression
Along with ego oppression
As there’s nothing to fear
The image in the tear
No face or race
Just the colours of love
The scales of justice
Counterweight and balance
Not to even the score
And what’s more
Not to beg or plead
Just to ask fulfil the wish
To live as one.
Anthony Mc Gann
7/2/25. 19:18.