Can we reach our better side
bringing hard work to new visions
or are we only fight or flight?
Thoughts and prayers sent up the flue
papering over our divisions
all the hate we thought was through
We are made of contradiction
making peace is part of us
but fighting wars is our tradition
We are conflicted, we are still one
a little hope would be a plus
it seems so long ere the day is done
We can act with malice and spite
or press forgiveness to our hearts
fighting upwards to the light
Isolation in a divided nation
our brains are made for social smarts
stewing in our own frustration
All alone in our four walls
will our future be secure
drifting sadly through drafty halls
Turn to the very last page
willful pique or mindless cure
will it be peace or curdled rage?