There’s always some problem to ponder..
Always some issue,some money they launder..
Love that did not get fonder..
Marriages that went asunder..
Enough says I, like sango and his thunder..
Let us speak peace, love to one another..
why is that so hard? to myself I wonder..
Help everyone, be kind to a sister, to a brother..
Give food to the hungry, let the weak and helpless lean on your shoulder..
If we share, then everything becomes more abundant..
Forget the hate, gather more fodder
Because truly, the greatest craving, is to love and or be loved by another
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