Do you enjoy your job?
I love every minute of it.
Like a bee to a nectar,
Like the sun to the sky,
Like a melody to a song,
Like a rhyme to a poem.
I love it to the bone!
God, I so love my job!
lyrical, poetic, personal
Do you enjoy your job?
I love every minute of it.
Like a bee to a nectar,
Like the sun to the sky,
Like a melody to a song,
Like a rhyme to a poem.
I love it to the bone!
God, I so love my job!

. . . where our leaders—
amidst their differences and issues
would sit—face-to-face—and talk out resolutions;
instead of using weaponry and sacrificing lives.
Isn’t effective communication is rudimentary
in this Twenty-First century?
. . . where terrorists
would turn peace activists,
and value lives instead of senseless arguments
without regard for origin,
race,
color,
ideology,
beliefs
and religion;
instead of causing a magnitude of terrors
and real time horrors?
. . . where all nations
would work tirelessly
for the good of their citizens,
and would work with one another
towards strengthening economies,
promoting education and healthy wellbeing;
and to fight crimes and gun violence. . .
What’s the used of having United Nations?
. . . where every child is safe,
sheltered,
nourished,
in school,
and living with family. . .
It’s terrifying
that in all corners of the world,
there are kids dying—
not just from famine and diseases—
but as poor casualties of wars,
being used as human shields.
Imagine a world where peace
is our evergreen reality
and everyone is enjoying
freedom and liberty.
Imagine.
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