…let us hope.
Unmoored by jealous rage
fragile, untended child you remain.
You do more harm than good lamenting and defending
It’s not us you’re fighting for is it?
Sanction it all you want; it’s your bidding
and repeat will linger around your days and nights,
oh those unrelieved nights.
Someday after mastering those mighty winds and roaring waves,
someday, evolve you may.

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