They say:
The darkest hour is nearest to dawn,
And there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
It is the early bird that catches the worm,
Love drives out hate,
And bridges connect across barriers.
They never told you:
Darkness comes after the light of day,
Or that incandescence may blind.
That the tunnel is a dark patch in brightness.
The misfortune of the early worm,
The hate that overcame love,
Or the walls that replaced bridges.
And the truth, the truth:
The world is a spinning sphere
Those above are below tomorrow
The process of natural selection is karma
What goes around comes around
The end will be the beginning
We are similar in our differences
And equal although unequal
The components of peace,
Although rivals.
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