Men make certainty their deadliest weapon;
Nowhere are trenches filled because of
A mind that was open to the endless
Starlit sky of possibilities.
If it were so perhaps the voiceless could
Empty their arms and throw them up to
Defend only life as it is on a day
To ever-changing and growing day basis.
Imagine the melodies that might have been
Sung if water was the knowledge to
Not make up your mind and bread
Gave us eyes to see through ourselves.
Rain could fall from all kinds of heavens
To wash clean the decisions that destroy us all.
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