Feed the future

We sleep awake

Still and calm,

On promises of hope

Still and Calm,

We rehearse our plight

In a world of bliss

Still and Calm,

We await rains from the sun

To water idle, stingy and lazy hands

Still and Calm,

I write to unbolt our dreams and visions

With this wordless poem

Hand in hand

Through steepy mountains and shallow rivers,

Let’s make beds of roses

Not for today

But for children next to breathe

Still and Calm,

Let’s arise to feed the future

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