The Three Musketeers

Global peace shines like traffic light clears,
A signal to calm our doubts and fears,
Uniting the top three Musketeers —
America, China, Russia — shifting gears.

Would peace bloom if they shared frontiers,
Or is it gold that truly queer?
Are enemies just old veneers,
Masking needs that time appears?

Humans talk, through laughs and tears,
Logic guides us with our peers;
Why not apply what then jeers,
To these three global tiers?

Great leaders lift through highs and years,
Smiles spark hope, dissolve old sneers;
Because the world wants joy’s cheers —
Peaceful hearts without front ears.

Immigrants, outcasts, those in arrears,
All deserve the life that volunteers;
We share one story through atmospheres,
Same morals bind us like pioneers.

Outside we stand, inside the veers,
Pain unites across dears;
Peace for all humanity nears —
That’s the dream of The Three Musketeers.

Whys Woman,
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