Not all who wander are lost…

  I walk the well soaked path

Littered with the detritus of 

forgotten faces, nations and belief

I wonder what future civilizations 

Will look like

What their war cries will be

Or perhaps, hope against hope, 

The cries of war will have been silenced

The seas are full of people

And as I stretch out to those without a life line

I wonder if humanities reason will 

overcome humanities empathy

Or if political nations will eventually 

make empathic refugees of us all
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