Bonfire
I'd like to build a bonfire
And ask the human race
To bring along its clutter
And pile it into place.
We'd heap it with our misdeeds,
Our hatred and our fears,
And all the petty grudges that
We've clung to through the years.
We'd fling on spite and malice,
And ugly gossip too,
Then watch the flames rise higher
As they burned the rubbish through.
And when at last the ashes
Grow cool and blow away
How shining bright would be the world,
How glorious the day.
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