Maybe it's time to toss aside,
The barbs and stones and jibes,
Wipe away all those delineated territories,
That indicate our tribes.
For when we bleed we bleed the same,
And there's no case for blame,
Nor claim to be made,
In any of god's names,
Because when we bow our heads,
Or look upon the stars,
The hope that's in our hearts,
Does not end with faith alone,
But starts,
With love.
We will all someday die,
And that is why,
It seems so awful not to try,
And again this is why,
I do not cry but plead and beg,
That we not allow any more time to go by,
Before we stop,
Stop,
Stop,
This pointless bickering,
This cruel snickering,
At each and the other's foibles,
While dickering over rotten spoils,
And all the while,
Toiling each and every day,
Every one of us.
Why?
For love.
Our days start and end with love.
It is our compass,
So we should let it guide us,
But remember that our love,
It is no greater,
Than the love of anyone else.
That is to say,
If I may,
That it is no more important,
Or less so,
Than that of the sisters and brothers,
The fathers and mothers,
Of all the others,
Everywhere in the world.
We all start from the same place,
And that is a place of hope,
And love.
It seems so simple,
But maybe,
If we could just get together,
For real,
Everything would be all right.
6-18-19
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