What good is a poem if no one sees it take form?
What good is a book if no one else takes a look?
What good is a debate if it doesn't equate to change?
I'll agree to disagree, rather than show my fangs
It pangs me to see humanity at such odds
Unity seems to be an anomaly; even regarding GOD
It's so hard to keep on living but we must continue to try
As we look towards the heavens seeking a ribbon in the sky