Doesn't this hit the bull's eye
for getting straight to the heart of things?
I can so identify with every sentiment
even though I do not want to.
Doesn't it feel like the war is already here?
The one inside where
you operate on high alert,
while trying to go on living in peace,
enjoying moments of joy and beauty,
doing what you can for justice and our Earth.
While the one on the outside blares threats,
and lobs grenades of destructive verbiage
pounding at our counteroffensive
of dignity, decency and fairness.
Yes, we are cauldrons,
with banked coals of anger
burning in our vulnerable chests.
Yes, we are tender loons,
learning how to live in this
godforsaken reality
with caverns of priceless treasure
hidden beneath heaps of rubble.
May the rubble be washed away.
May the treasure become visible
for all eyes to appreciate rather than plunder.
May the forces of goodness hold the line
gain the advantage point,
quell the insurgency
and vanquish all opponents of dignity.
kastilwell
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