When did we forget we are all Americans?
A tiny glimmer, so very small,
Of intolerance, before the fall
It's a gentle wish, a quick desire,
Just one small spark, could light a fire.
It finds dry wood, in the ways we make sound,
Rage's orange glow spreads all around
A despicable heat, yet thrilling blaze,
Lost is compassion, in its bright haze
But the wind blows, the flames leap high,
It paints, polarized trees against the sky
A roar takes hold, it will not cease,
Swallowing up all joy and peace
Now emotions creep, with tempting call,
To walk a line, risked by us all
A tricky step, with nothing near,
The high-wires thin, controlled by fear
They pull and push, a twisted sway,
Along that rope, night and day
Hate is the news digging us all so deep,
Where honesty fails, and the truth is always asleep.
The ground below, so far away,
Demands a price to pay,
For the games, humans do play
That little spark, now burns us all, the scars are vast
How long can this estranged incendiary inbalance last?
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