Sitting in my sphere, people wandered around.
Cometh gigantic footsteps, as light as flying insects
Were their feets on the ground
yet, a step further ravage the prince of peace
devouring peace in pieces, slowly the pain was.
Peace struggled to live, and wanderers' feets failed them not.
Boldness gripped me, I sat still.
Their eyes were like hungry wild, runaway from home,
it was all lie when I knew I am the wanderers
my boldness was in my thought, I stood to my feet in my thought.
I was killed many times and I will die many death
if you don't come to save us.
Where are you?
We need you. Oh! Agent of Peace!


~ Davidson
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