The Enemy

This piece is written in a slightly naive, rhyming couplet style. I don't really need to say very much about it as it speaks for itself

The battles won, the battles lost
No one wins where coins are tossed
A burning home, a blasted field
The grass turned red and soil revealed.
There, where someone's children played
Broken roundabouts and swings parade.

And for what? for pride and country?
For one man’s dream, a family tree?
And where lies peace when chaos reigns?
When dust has settled who explains,
To children shocked by past events
Who call for answers, call for sense.

And though the justifications fly
Though desks are pounded, I still say 
Why?
Why all this, the hate and madness,
Why all this endless, troubled sadness?
Why descend into this hell?
While we can speak , while we can tell,
The stories of the way we feel,
And in the telling, start to heal

The steps to peace come one by one,
They stumble first before they run,
Each timid step leads to another
Till finally there is no 'Other'
Then anger, fear and blame filled hate,
Release their strangle hold on fate

Each rising sun gives one more chance,
To learn new steps, to learn the dance,
And with that learning realize 
That those we target and despise
Are more like us than we can know
And with that knowledge we can grow
Then in seeing we all are one,
Where once were foes, there now are none.

Resist the shrug, the urge to  turn,
Away from steps we fear to learn.
For every person, every soul,
Can only find the greater whole,
When they look out and start to see
That I am you, and you are me

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