- Wisdom comes in many ways,
- Each time a different face.
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- A different voice, a different skin,
- Religion, realm, and race.
- Each time we turn away and hide
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- Or ridicule the sage,
- Not listening, time after time,
- Except when it's too late.
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- Stop making death, and feeding war,
- The wise men came to say.
- One hundred Prophets preaching to
- Provide another way.
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- Men and women, man and beast
- All kin with Mother Earth;
- Kings and paupers equal born
- In blood and in their worth.
- Not listening, the people live in
- Greed, in toil, so blind;
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- Deaf dumb and mute, embracing hate
- Embracing lizard mind.
- All wise men when they speak the truth,
- Throw caution out the door,
- Holding high the burning flame
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- And putting torch to floor.
- Noon and night the wise men try
- Despite the winding road
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- Holding fast to less worn paths
- And trying hard to goad:
- To poke and prod, exposing truth
- Expecting to be jeered.
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- Leading us toward a world
- Of nothing to be feared.
- Victory will come one day;
- End famine, war, and drought;
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- Open doors and open minds,
- No flags, no hate to spout.
- Expect the world to change
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- And you will find it can be done;
- No lies can mask that we are kin,
- Or hide that we are one.
- Throw off your horses' blinders
- Having joined the human race.
- Embrace the truth, reject the lies,
- Reject too greed's disgrace.
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- Speak loudly to your brother and
- Protect your fellow man,
- Each day learn something else
- About this world - I know you can.
- Kings will rise and fall to dust,
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- Their kingdoms lost to sand,
- Returning to their maker's
- Unrelenting cold demand.
- The cycle must be broken,
- Hence each one must play their role,
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- Burn all that stands dividing
- Us, east west, and pole to pole.
- Rejoice in life and live for love
- Not hating just for spite,
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- Throw off the shackles in your mind
- Hold fast onto the light.
- Each time the Prophets come to us
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- Foul men take arms and kill.
- Lament their hate and close the gate
- And listen, if you will -
- Greet every day with passion.
- Seek the truth, and you will find.
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- Forego the sullen darkness and the
- Reaper's murderous mind.
- End hunger fear and poverty.
- End war with flames of truth.
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- You can, you know, now let us go
- On backwards to our youth -
- Under the sky the Prophets try
- Reminding us to be
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- Men of good will, and not to kill
- In anger or with glee.
- Not listening we go forth into
- Death's cold bitter realm
- Singing loudly songs of war
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- As madmen take the helm.
- Nineteen years old, your passions bold,
- Dreams vivid, crystal clear,
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- Before time's sands or a clock hand
- End innocence, bring fear,
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- You stand colossal by the shores of
- Oceans and their breeze,
- Under the sky so free to fly
- Run dance and play with ease.
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- Only when we lose that child
- Will torment replace joy.
- No bitterness that comes with age can
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- Prick young girls and boys.
- Remember days of starry eyes,
- Or think of days gone by.
- Pronounce that Spring is in your
- Heart, and reach up for the sky.
- Elevate your consciousness,
- Teach others and be free,
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- Hear the message, wake your mind,
- Leave hate behind, AND BE!
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- -- Hsing Lee
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