I know not where, within this place, that
I shall choose to stand.
Though in my soul,I shall embrace all within these lands.
Still, as questioning my brothers greedthey blend into the sands,
those walls that blind humanities need
for collective recollection- for truth.
The very gift that teaches the sins of father to son.Within the halls of history, does our collective
Humanity reside- grasp its lessons, for
Time is a gift; Hope- the majik:
Peace, a dream; Love be the prize