Shark

I see the world in its beauty
Others see me in fear

 

I see the world in its grace
Others see me and sneer

 

Something calls me out
A shriek, a scream, a screech

 

It's beckoning for help
Someone willing to teach

 

It knows of my ways
It seeks to learn them

 

Like an apprentice
Yearns to sew a hem

 

The current changes 
Its direction switching 

 

Surely to swiftly
No more incessant itching

 

Now that it knows 
My daughter, my son, my nephew and niece

 

The demons are gone now
And the world can be at its peace

This poem is about: 
Our world

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