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.
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