In the eye of the storm, a silent plea,
For peace to reign and anger to flee.
A heart divided, a mind in a bind,
Seeking solace that's so hard to find.
Amidst the fray, I search for the light,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night.
A whisper of calm in the raging fight,
A plea for reason to set things right.
So here I stand, where passions ignite,
A neutral ground in the heat of spite.
May wisdom's voice rise above the din,
And guide us back to where we've been.
