I live for today for I know tomorrow is not guaranteed.
We are man and we are vulnerable.
Religion may even be the death of us.
It’s getting harder by the day to imagine a world without war.
Countries are fighting for religion in the name of peace.
They believe there’s a right and a wrong.
I still dream of a day when we can be one,
When nations stand together for humanity,
Not for power and possessions, but to free it of poverty.
I know I’m not alone in this dream.
I imagine an end will someday come
When the planet will face a mirror, dark and worn.
We’ll close our eyes and open our imaginations,
Reach across lands and shake hands.
We’ll give peace a chance.
Rest in peace.
Robert Stanhope started creative writing during his Junior year of high school. In his twenties, he became a motorsports journalist and was published in a number of local, regional, and national trade publications. Now in his early 40s, Bob has returned to creatively writing, including embarking on his first novel, The Last Lie.