Dystopia

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Some people want to have their names written on a piece of land
While others just want a pint of water poured into their throats ravaged by bombs
Some want power, to recreate the sky above and its laws
While others search for memories they can beautifully draw

Some people pull the trigger to kill what they believe is their enemy
Others for their family, for their children to run in the field free
Some want this world to be their own, free of other kinds
While others wait all their lives hoping to erase those dividing lines

As the embers of hate being fueled, as it set ablaze the walls of the two opposing sides
Those who are caught up in between end up no one left to confide
As the bomb of rage falls, as the conflict leave bodies to sleep forever
Even if the innocent's eyes turn blank, neither one of them choose to surrender

Don't let hopelessness and melancholy blur our vision
Listen and see what surrounds us and this will be enough to run our reason
If we could just live together like a symphony, move together in harmony
If we could just let ideas fly free like a soulful melody

If one day we all became godless, raceless, colorless
I wonder if we will know what living in harmony is