In the fields of civic rabble
War has broken friendship ties
Truth, whose truth, the whipping question
Battles rage for cause and rights
Individuation mounting
Hating clouds form hanging rope
Mortal wisdom, helpless midwife
Birthing yet more stillborn hope
Children mimic spurious notions
Faulty syllogistic ruse
Change becomes a weakened whimper
Now let’s see what Love can do
Souls from towers, backwood hollers
Many poised to swing the sword
Some use angry poet’s skill with wounding demonizing words
Tightly holding to perfection
Ancient bane to what is good
Will we ever come together
Know respect that’s understood
See how tribalist increasing
Separate us more and more
How does one restore a oneness
Never truly one before
Eloquence and worlds of insight
Cannot change the resolute
Attitudes the only locksmith
Now let’s see what Love can do
Now let’s see what Love can do
A poem by Greg Nelson
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