The rioters and I. we go in different directions down the imperturbable street.
but we want the same things peace,calm and love .
The rioters and I ,we agree that the old ways are wrong and no longer fit. They want to smash, break and burn. Me a hater of violence does not want the old ways turned into martyrs but into lessons on how not to from history.
The rioters and I we agree that we are of one spiecies. We have diferent ways and diferent backgrounds. But one day we will find one calm, one love and one peace. where we can all live in peace as one down this imperturbable street.
The street will never be the same ,only better I hope! No more the rioters and I just love and peace.
when the old ways are no more, relegated into history.
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Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.
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perspective poetry 
It is best without the rioters.
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I hope we have calm streets and a better world, too. Thanks for joining in!
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May your wish for calm streets and a better world come to pass!
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Peaceful protests every time – safer and more effective.
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That is a beautiful dream…we need to work hard to achieve it. (K)
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Nice blog
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Thank you
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