Release This White Horse From The Dark Stable

In a dimly lit stable where shadows dance and play, A noble steed stands proud, its coat as white as snow today. Its mane and tail, so fine and bright, reflect the hope of a brighter night. But beneath this beauty, a darkness lies, a world of turmoil, where truth is disguised. Politics and religion, entwined like strands of fate, divide us by tearing our hearts and souls apart. The white horse whispers secrets in my ear, of a time when love and unity were clear. when faith was pure, and hope did not fade, and all humanity stood together, united and made. But now we fight and argue, lost in our own views, our differences are like weapons, we wield it and time and again anew. we forget that we are all the same, children of one earth, under one sky to proclaim. I see a light in the eyes of the white horse, a glimmer of hope, a chance for what's right we endorse. For though we may differ, we can still find common ground, together building bridges, never letting hate surround. Its time to heed the lessons of this noble steed, and work towards peace, with hearts both pure and freed. For only then will we truly understand, that we are all equal, hand in hand.