by Irene Daniel
Born of violence
revisited from time to time
war gives way to weariness
and longing for the sublime
Then building and rebuilding
a more gentle knowing grows
and seeds of peaceful evolution
is what our sorrow sows
But anger always seething
beneath an uneasy calm,
the bitter and the boisterous overcome
anesthetizing balm
Of moving ever forward
too slow for some, too fast for others
to claim a glorious destiny
for all of our sisters and brothers
Our creed boasts of inclusion
and equality for all
yet, in our human frailty
this order is too tall
For many perceive the fallacy
that if others win, we fail
but this lie can never depict
our true American tale
For we all win or we all lose
together, not apart
out of many, one
is the beat of our American heart
Born of revolution
yet peacefully we evolve
Well-timed and well penned piece. We poets can dream and write of better days and better angels.
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