If we were
Your sons
That shone brighter
Than the light of our
Very sun
You would never hesitate
To help savor
The young souls who suffer
Henceforth in our era
Pierce your night sky
With cries of horror
The gray areas has
Perished
A glance to
The right
Hatred and burgundy blood stains
A step to
The left
Overwhelming lack
Of individuality and order
A perished unity
Is deadly
If we were
Your sons
You would unite
Opposites to attract
Protect our people
Unite our alliance
Establish revolutionary
Threads to reflect upon
We are your sons
We hear your arguments
As we all weep
Into the early morning
We see your hatred
Division
Towards each other
We sense your presence
Overly cautious
We are your sons
Who wish nothing more
For peace and power
To the glorious people
Each god
Has bestowed upon us
Each god made us
Our spirits above
Guide us
Your god is not
Necessarily ours
Never would be mine
But because I am your son
Your daughter
Your spouse
Your lover
Your sister
Your brother
Your aunt, uncle, cousins, grandparents
Your family
Your old friend, classmate, teacher, principal, guidance counselor, music instructor, superintendent, supervisor, anyone and everything
I love you
I forgive you
We are your sons
Who demand
Hatred of all divides
To be banished to hell
As we have
A thread to pursue
Our work must thrive
With everyone
On the same side.
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Threads Deep Within
PoetryMore poetry since the other one reached limit of parts! Book 1 is "Heartfelt Messages, or Something Like That". This is book 2. Thank you! 7/18/21-8/22/22
