The Hopeless said:
Hear all people,
My sour song of future tears,
The Babel curse is what we know,
That differing tongues put us apart,
And war seems our only way of peace.
The good we have is a white stain on the black.
The hope we crave for is far distance away
The peace we make is at transient modes
Ceteris paribus, our world drifts apart.
And the hopeful replied:
Hold your tongue! You weary self.
We know the name of change,
As the light, that kills the darkness.
Adam will walk free again,
and mother Eve will forget the forbidden taste.
Cats and mice shall sing along.
Hens and hawks shall share a camp,
and bad words will be unknown.
Our religion shall be our deeds,
of good and peace.
And Eden shall be ours again.