🕊️ When the Coin Flips

Spoken Word by George P. Ndura

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When the coin flips...
The crown slips,
Gold drips,
And silence grips
A world once sweet with whispered sips.

See—behind every airstrike flash,
Lies a mansion turned to ash.
That face you saw on the evening screen?
Was once a king.
Or a queen.
Or a dream.

War...
Doesn’t knock — it crashes.
Takes the silk, the rug, the cashes.
Turns billionaires to barefoot masses,
Sleeping cold... in broken glasses.

That man in rags at a border line?
He dined on wine,
Wore suits so fine.
Now dust is served at suppertime,
And hope hangs on a crooked sign.

What does rich look like when bombs fall?
When missiles paint on every wall?
A Rolex — now just ticking pain.
For in war... all skin bleeds the same.

The refugee?
Once CEO.
Now queues in snow
For crumbs and clothes.

The mother with a Prada heel?
Now rocks her child — no meal.

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So tell me — what makes us apart,
When the same blood pumps from the heart?
When loss erases every chart,
And death don’t care for where you start?

But oh—peace.
Peace is the prize.
Too rare, too wise,
To let it slip between our cries.

We fight for bread,
For land,
For name—
Yet every hunger feels the same.

Why don’t we heal what makes us lame,
And love each soul... without the shame?

Diseases.
Drought.
Broken roads.
Let them unite, not split our loads.

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For when the bridges rot and fall—
We all will crash.
The great.
The small.

Let tolerance be wealth we share.
Let patience echo in our prayer.
Let love be loud.
Let hatred shrink.
Before the world
Falls off the brink.

Because when the coin flips...
The rich man trips.
The poor man slips.
And the soul—
No longer distinguishes lips.

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So here’s to peace,
To grace released,
To kindness feasts,
To hatred ceased.

Treasure it.
Before it’s gone.
Because when the lights go out—
We’re all just one.

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