By Benjamin Shapiro
We need rain: a storm so powerful

It cleans the dirt from our very souls. 

We need teardrops from heaven

To wash the mud downstream. 

We need reflection in deep puddles

To make us again whole. 

We need a healing cleanse

To fulfill our earthly dreams. 

A unified humanity

A world without clans

A place pure of heart,

Love for fellow man. 

But I sit here full of doubt,

Because we’re in times of drought.

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