People and thought, as numbers increase

The most valuable currency is peace

When expectations fill mind’s vault

Peace is no more the default

People and thought, as their needs increase

Desire become more difficult to police

Each carries fragments of passion’s root

Making thirst for it impossible to uproot

People and thought, refined they resemble art

Like a painting that can stir every heart

A reflection of the beauty deep inside

We are unaware of what we hide

People and thought, advance through science

On which there’s heavy reliance

Looking back on civilization’s medieval seed

Today is magical, the book of history will read