Time to bloom

So it's come to this,
just black and white,
just a spark of color
here and there
to remind us
how the world was meant to be;
two dogs snarling,
behind a fence,
each certain he is right,
each defending territory
that should never have been divided.
How will we ever imagine
a world so completely at war with itself
bathed in sunlight
and covered with flowers?
How will we plant the seeds of Easter
in all this dark and gloom?
Ah, I see; they've already been planted:
we are the seeds,
and the time has come to bloom.
Bloom in Peace, my friend; bloom Peace.


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