Wish the coveted Moses' staff
Fell into my hands happenstance,
Rise it, and the life of my dreams
Leave my fantasy and paint my reality
I wouldn't set forth an apocalypse,
If it isn't the price peace demands
The Nile would stay blue,
If all humans stay true
I would rise the staff,
Up and above, Over and beyond,
And harmony would be Aether's essence,
Joy would be the overlooking clouds
Pain would be a thing of the past,
Pain would be a ghost not spoken of
No hushed tones to pay homage to the wreck,
Not anymore, when it stays an artifact of time
But, Moses' staff is with us all,
It's in the choice between empathy and apathy,
The weighing scale hoping goodness outweighs the other,
Acts of kindness in an otherwise parched world
It's when suffering is known,
And the sufferer's given a shoulder
Moses' staff awakens,
When one awakens to the miseries of the world.
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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them
