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In the beginning,
the world was
love.
Clean and green.
Slowly,
The love got abused,
Air became dirty,
and blood stains replaced
the greens.
Man learned to hate
And rearranged the colors.
White
White
White
And black.
I'd gladly become
a vacuum cleaner
and suck in the pollution,
swallow the hatred
and rearrange the world
with love
love
and love.
Make it clean,
turn it green.
It may take a long time
But I'll do it just the same.
If, only if,
I was reassured
someone will empty out the bag
into the deepest sea.