What Is, What Should Be, and What Shant Be
What is — a breath, a blink, a flame,
A thread through shadow stitched with name,
The hush between two waves that part,
The trembling pulse inside the heart.
It is the silence after song,
The moment right before the wrong,
The tear that doesn't fall but stays,
A mirror in the morning haze.
It is the sky not yet turned red,
The word unsaid, the book unread.
It is the world as it now spins,
All bruises, beauty, faults, and sins.
What should be — oh, let it rise,
Like stars made real in waking skies.
A world where truth and kindness reign,
Where every child is born from pain
Into a cradle soft with grace,
No fear to mark their time or place.
It should be hands that build, not break,
A vow we keep, not just we make.
A hunger fed, a thirst relieved,
A voice once silenced, now believed.
The dream we chase but dare not claim,
The fire that won’t consume, but tame.
It should be laughter in the rain,
The balm that mends, not just explains.
A love that outlives grief and rage —
The peace we write on every page.
What shant be — let it fall away,
Like ash that knows it may not stay.
No walls to cage the light within,
No thrones for pride, no crowns for sin.
Let not the cold of power grow
Where flowers meant for mercy grow.
It shant be wounds we learn to bear,
Or silence passed down as a prayer.
It shant be chains disguised as gold,
Nor myths that leave the lost untold.
It shant be hate made sharp by law,
Nor eyes that see and feel no awe.
Not war as virtue, greed as goal —
Let such illusions lose their soul.
So here we stand, a fragile breath,
Between becoming and the death.
What is, we hold with open hand,
What should, we dream and softly plan.
What shant, we banish like a ghost,
To make of life what matters most.
And if we falter, let us try,
To lift again — to seek, not lie.
For beauty lives where brave hearts be:
Between the is, the should, the shant be.
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