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This poem is entitled Glimmer of Hope which I wrote a few years ago:
Somewhere in the world a bomb devastates
another time millions are killed.
Now on the street a boy is beaten
All for a jacket and a wallet he is left
dying and defeated.
The world around is crumbling slowly, from the
governments corrupt to the kid in a school armed
screaming "you don't know me!"
The world is doomed, you'd think all was lost, give up,
salvation isn't worth the cost; it seems like the end is near,
people killing people, money the root of all evil.
I see a glimmer of hope here
Not for the world but for you and me
A power so strong no corruption or destruction could interfere.
I just turn to you, take you in my arms
in your eyes there is the glimmer I hoped to see.
A tranquil heaven, just you and me
strewn among the damned and shattered eternity.
It almost seems wrong,
our feelings flowing among the tears and sadness
of all the others.
But love conquers all
blocks all the lost dreams and hopes,
hides the tattered world.
So we'll sit and hold each other as everyone else's world comes unfurled.
We want to help, we want to see the world happy again
but don't want to risk our bliss.
Suddenly the end is upon the world, I look up as the sky falls and the masses are in peril.
Its too soon, its too much, I don't want to die like this.
As the world of them slips from my vision
I look at you and realize I am looking at my world.
The world may now be gone, but content I know I'll wake with you in heaven's dawn.
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