Rising Above

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Rising up,
rising above -
hope soaring on eagle wings -
we dwell on the threshold
of a dream -
a world at peace.

Rising above the talk

of division,

we meditate upon

the fact that

all of our cells

in this old world

- human, plant, animal -

creatures of air and earth

and sea -

are connected.

Rising above the rhetoric

of war, we ponder:

how can we bomb

other mothers and fathers, 

sisters and brothers,

aunts, uncles, grandparents,

and babies with eyes 

still full of wonder?

Everything alive
just wants
to live.

Time to rise up, 

young men and women.

Time to take to the streets.

Time to rise up

                     rise up

                              rise up

and march to a

different beat.

"Ain't gonna study war 

no more."*

Time to play

the pipes of peace.

Time to right this tilting world

of pain and sorrow

and make it ready

for the children

of tomorrow.

for Sumana's  Midweek Motif prompt at Poets United: Rising Above

*an old African American spiritual, dating from the civil war. If only world leaders studied peace as much as they have studied war. Or spent  money on caring for the planet and its people instead of the instruments of war.