State of the Union

Let's pretend That these embers of war Are fireflies on a summer's night; A new beginning, Pheromones in flight, A chase without carnage, A capture without the loss of knowledge. I want to love again In fertile fields, I want skies that glow from stars, I want these civil scars To return to normal skin. In all this cacophony, Of the brutal clash of words and guns, Let's tune the barrels of death To chime with synchronized cadence, And echo forever into an unworried night.