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I dream of the day when a man will be a man,

The imperfections of another, wouldn't be gold in his hand.


Where the wheat from his farm is enough for meals,

And any extra is given for free.


Where the waste of a nation is a feast for the swine,

Where compassion and honor are the traits of mankind.


I dream of the moment when humanity wins, when people aren't strangers, but equals and friends.


Where a lie is a weapon and the truth the shield,

And knowledge a blade, that we can sharpen and wield.


Where we break from a history of fear and regret,

And we stop looking back and look ahead.


This is my dream to die for today, but we read this and realize, it is the reader is to blame.


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