The world has changed with passing time,
Yet my hopes for it remain sublime—
A yearning deep, a quiet plea,
For a world where love flows endlessly.
I dream of days when tears don’t fall,
No cries of terror, no fearful call.
Eyes no longer frozen, petrified,
No guns to shatter dreams inside.
I long for a day where people don’t
Stand in queues, stretching out their hands,
For a packet of food, labeled a refugee—
A name forced upon them unfairly.
I long for nights where no one waits
For shops to close, to find a place
To rest upon a cold veranda,
Cursing fate’s cruel, heavy weight.
I long for days when hearts unite,
Where people speak of union true,
Hand in hand toward the light they walk,
To build a world both just and new.
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