What is it you truly harbor
‘Neath the mortal forces driving
Through the layers of your psyche?
A pragmatic yen for peace
Among the brotherhood of Men
With their twisted endless conflict
Born of true self-righteous grievance,
Personal, or wars of nations?
Cheek to cheek with other persons
Without bicker or resentment
Of the way we build our habits,
Can we unreserved love?
In the trenches, in the clenches,
Don’t we all respond exactly
As all others in their psyches
Who perceive a wrong so grievous,
Unredressed, imposed on others,
And convinced their right is holy,
Blinded, closed to other views,
They continue as they’re doing,
Forcing our aggrieved acceptance
Of their alien point of view?
When with sighs and deep remorse,
Responsible to right their wrongs,
We stop their bodies, kill them dead: