The Conciliator's Cry

Poets plunged in primate pain Hear my rustic roar resounding Tattle at the table again Joy from justice shambles rebounding Weld here the way to whole us Out of the fragments of our distrust. This gender war must end Self must relent and pride must bend. Too many are meandering in mettle broken self Children like lost sheep bleating I cannot keep the canker on the shelf The strong the weak is strangling and beating The blood is on our hands O we with wealth of voice must proclaim A new effort to heal the broken bands, Let us for love and joy wing now the flame. Where are the homes where flowers bloom And conversations can agree The hurt of love is the bridge of gloom In surrender I walk free. We are complements and not opposites The challenge can wring us dry O let each at the devil spits Happiness is the courage to defy.