To political ideals,
When there are none,
We expect heroes,
Out of political men,
When most don’t even have the feathers,
Of an egg-laying hen!
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Can anything compare
Miraculous and terse,Emotionally nursed,All calming thirstNothing left bareWith only Love,To ever share.
Can we reinvent ourselves?
Have different imaginary lives?Not enough trouble with one life,Can we be of Truth the sum,And still love ourselves?Or desert ourselves giving up?When all has been tried,But nothing won?Is it possible to resurrect?To sail a ship already wrecked?
Yes, the Rose knows,
That on a single stem,Perfume and thorns grow.
Sometimes I wonder
So many, takingInstead of giving,And Love,A personal misgiving,So hard to find,Its true beginning,So hard to findThe vagrant heartThat will not let yoursFall apart,That will sustain you,Love you, keep youSo well protected,In Love’s Arc.
Words can build a World of Hate,
Destroy civilizations, innocent lives,Even Nations meant to thrive.Love can Hate, annihilate,If it comes, but not too late,Just three words like ‘I love you’Can mean Hope and life anew,As a newly born white Dove,Blesses All that Peace will Love.
We all need each other,
As a compassionate brother,That holds out His Hand,As we say to one another,‘We do understand’,In harmony and sincerity,In Love, bringing prosperity,To the lonely heart and verity,To the helpless soul, with charity,For one another.In love and compassion we are brothers,Not in a destructive fashion,Are we to kill each other!Will we ever unconditionally love one another?And finally…