Army of Lovers (The Sonnet)

What's needed is an army of lovers,
To set this world on fire,
A fire that burns prejudice to ashes,
And sparks a humanitarian desire.
Lovers devoted to the path of sacrifice,
Pure and chaste serving without reward,
Pursuing the one impossible dream,
The dream of humanizing the entire world.
Not a trace of self within,
Not a kernel of self-obsession,
Uncorrupted and unbending to the bone,
Wake up and be the living ascension.
Drink from the fountain of service effulgent.
Annihilated for others we turn omnipresent.