All’s Fair

Why is it
That
Hate only hurts from the ones that you love –
And trust is shade for the whole,
Venting the worst of our passion above
The once fertile ground of a soul?

Someday
This
Striving will cease from the face of the earth –
We’ll all learn to love in deed,
Truth, and peace — in soberness and mirth.
Our zeal will bring forth a seed.

And time will heal all the wounds
Of those who are left to heal.