A common fear
binding the unlikely,
in an invisible togetherness
the edge of the hatred
is getting blunt,
a sapling of love is
rearing its softness
in the eyes of the wise
while the fools are aghast
staring at the blunt weapon
in their hands.
A common fear
binding the unlikely,
in an invisible togetherness
the edge of the hatred
is getting blunt,
a sapling of love is
rearing its softness
in the eyes of the wise
while the fools are aghast
staring at the blunt weapon
in their hands.