We cannot redo what we have done wrong,
but lessons can be learned.
It is foolish to get into conflict
unless dangerous violations can be confirmed.
When accused of violence
that we have imposed
We climb up on our high horse,
forgetting about the lashing of slaves
We are all aware of cruelty
and of our need for power and
When we are accused of greed or violation
we present ourselves as a flower
Why we are this way is the question?
When there is room for everyone
and all opinions have purpose
Even those that oppose your own
We violate our own beliefs
just for the purpose of being right
Then make a vow of humility
and find ourselves in another fight
We try to climb the mountain and
find another mountain beyond
If we succeed what does it matter?
When we leave so many behind
No lessons to teach; we have reached freedom
But emptiness has a way of settling in
We thought we discovered all the answers
But really didn’t discover anything
Wasted efforts and potential
My friends, we can be so much better
We cannot be happy if we’re not givers
But without your care I guess it doesn’t matter
Stanski
November 16, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 