or perhaps in dreams left behind
are the elusive answers to our questions
the lost rhythm and its rhyme.
For you see there is no reason
behind the horrors of today
just boys with their toys
who think it's fun to play.
The battle's never over
and the war is all but won
blinded by our difference
separated we've become.
And now we face the music
the circumstance of hate
we try to deal with consequence
but it was always way too late.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino
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