For Posterity


Let the people of this world rise – against injustice, selfish pride.


For a peace far gone and lost, pierce the veil of violence, accost.


Let rivers of blood be washed – with tears of suffering, be crossed.


For humanity’s one last hope is innocence repaired, invoked.


Rise, Rise, Rise – your own hatred, despise. Forget vengeance – forgive; remind yourself of peace.


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