Peace, the most precious treasure
once possessed,
Now lost to humankind's weary grasp.
Let us marshal all our strength and might,
Against the forces of discord and strife,
That seek to wield control and dominance,
Over the vulnerable and the meek,
Exploiting their riches and their lands.
In mutual coexistence lies the key,
To understanding, and cooperation,
From which springs forth
the sacred bloom of peace,
A necessity for the very survival,
Of humanity upon this fragile earth.
'Tis undeniable that to secure,
And establish peace upon this vast globe,
Must commence with our own individual deeds,
For as one limb's ache spreads to the whole,
So must our efforts be unified and strong.
Recall the wisdom of Mustafa's words:
'Forgive those who transgress against your soul,
Embrace the ones who sever ties with you,
Extend kindness to those who wish you ill,
And speak the truth, e'en when it stings your heart.
'In these principles lies the pathway clear,
To a world bathed in the gentle light of peace
Mykoul
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