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Belonging

This belongs to everyone.

It belongs to everything.

It belongs to all who walked
Across it’s hills.

This belongs to all who told
You it would happen.
All who embrace the past
And laugh at the future.

This belongs to the dreamers,
To those who dare to believe
In a world where all are equal,
Where love and laughter will never cease.

This belongs to the warriors,
To those who fight for what's right,
Who stand up for the weak and the oppressed,
And never give up without a fight.

This belongs to the healers,
To those who mend the broken,
Who bring comfort and hope to the lost,
And make the world a better place.

This belongs to the future,
To a world where all can thrive,
Where we can live in peace and harmony,
And love one another as one tribe.

◄ Jigsaw

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Comments

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 19th Dec 2023 09:00

A poem of inspiration and hope, Gray. Thank you.

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keith jeffries

Sun 17th Dec 2023 13:39

An excellent poem and very appropriate for what is now taking place in Gaza and the coming of Christmas.
Thank you for this,
Keith

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