unity 2

in between the lines of hate i exist, in the helping hand of a brother i don't, through the light and the mist, in midst or everything, i will never say i won't, past the eyes of a widow who stares out of her window, to the inmate locked up behind rusty iron gates, from imprisoned poets lock in a bin with no pen, i write for unity's sake, for love, for hope, for we cannot hold water but we carry our fate, heavy, feel the world's weight, so heavy but so delicate, like a snow crystal in its own purity, the question and answer is only unity

a single coin dropped in a pool echoes ripples throughout the whole pond, then the seas, then the ocean, every action is never unnoticed, though it may seem, nothing is coincidence, every action is silently amplified into the image of mother teresa's smile, into ghandi's persona, into christ's blood, we stand, where prophets before us have planted love in the land, sewn hope into the seeds, where every root bears the fruit of unity.