I dream of a world, which,
I'm sure one day I'll be able to see,
a world where no one will be a slave,
and everyone will be free.
Where to safeguard oneself from persecution,
from one's country no one will have to flee,
and if somehow one does not receive justice,
one will be able to freely protest against it, and take a knee.
Where there will be equality among people,
and she will be equal to he,
and where there won't be any gender based violence,
and none will be able to grab anyone by their pussy.
Where pain and dolour,
no one will have to dree,
and where everyone's life will be full of happiness,
and their face will be lit up with glee.
Where no one will be homeless,
and to sleep everyone will have a lee,
and where no one will be hungry,
and there will be enough food for everyone, even for you and me.
Where, in slaughterhouses, animals won't get their throats slit,
and rather will roam freely in a lea,
and where climate change will be a history,
and the cities will be filled with trees.
And in order to make this dream a reality,
to the people it is my humble plea,
try to live in harmony with each other,
and for everyone, let the peace and justice be.
~Caritas, Lux, et Veritas;
The Unknown Poet
I'm sure one day I'll be able to see,
a world where no one will be a slave,
and everyone will be free.
Where to safeguard oneself from persecution,
from one's country no one will have to flee,
and if somehow one does not receive justice,
one will be able to freely protest against it, and take a knee.
Where there will be equality among people,
and she will be equal to he,
and where there won't be any gender based violence,
and none will be able to grab anyone by their pussy.
Where pain and dolour,
no one will have to dree,
and where everyone's life will be full of happiness,
and their face will be lit up with glee.
Where no one will be homeless,
and to sleep everyone will have a lee,
and where no one will be hungry,
and there will be enough food for everyone, even for you and me.
Where, in slaughterhouses, animals won't get their throats slit,
and rather will roam freely in a lea,
and where climate change will be a history,
and the cities will be filled with trees.
And in order to make this dream a reality,
to the people it is my humble plea,
try to live in harmony with each other,
and for everyone, let the peace and justice be.
~Caritas, Lux, et Veritas;
The Unknown Poet
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