Multicolored Circular Arcs and Narwhals

Doth we have no humanity?
These are strange days,
A seeming return to times medieval.
Great mobs,
Clamoring to glimpse the executions,
In the shadow of the cathedral.

Oh,
To be poignantly perfect,
All one needs is a Twitter feed!
But should we,
Contribute verses perverse,
When our faults are in our deeds?

Ignorant,
I wish to be,
Blotting out the fuss and rattle,
When mere words,
Not to mention devious actions,
Are cause for all out battle!

Alas and alack!
(I've always wished to say that.)
And it fits because I am at a loss,
With what to do.
And who's in charge?
And who wants to be the boss?

But we can't play dumb,
Or ignore the truth,
At least that's what I thought.
What shall we contribute, then?
Maybe love.
Verily, it's all we've got.

Yes, better it is,
For us to remember,
Neighbors need our kindness.
Better would we be,
To remember love,
To let our better natures guide us.

And anon,
(I mean soon--someday, really soon),
We shall overcome this hate.
Yet,
Let us hope,
That in the end it will not be too late.

For with a little more effort,
A little less,
"Us v. them,"
We can be not enemies,
Perhaps a bit more cordial,
Maybe even friends.

Then rainbows,
And unicorns,
They shall decorate the halls.
Or if you'd prefer the scientific:
Multicolored circular arcs,
And a blessing of narwhals.

3-4-19