War, hatred, and violence all spring from one infernal idea: that one person, race, creed, or culture is better than another.
Laurence Overmire
And see the world through someone else’s eyes
Trip along the syllables
And taste the sweetness of the rhyme
The dripping of the consonants
Creates a music all its own
Thundering vowels and whirling images
Transcend our sleeping thoughts
The drums of the heart beat anew
And carry us far
Far
Far
To another place
And another time
And another way
Of being.