lightning bugs in winter,
your kisses almost as rare!
a fallout shelter in the midst of a slum,
on the last day on earth!
a bowl of rice for the hungry,
and oil rigs shut down by conscience....
guns and swords to shovels and hoes,
salvation preachers to salvation workers!
political liars to human concern,
profit turned to compassion.
prejudice to acceptance,
lonliness to involvement....
the earth treated with reverence,
common people treated with fairness...
lightning bugs in winter....
love without remorse!
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