Shall we not surrender
the sticks and stones and seek to salve?
Instead, a fear filled frenzy of foes…
Each writhes with a righteous mind
weaponing wounding words.
Hasn’t history hindered our hostility?
Hear humbly a hurting heart of humanity.
Every creature alike —
chronically craves His cleanse.
Come, tread the treacherous trench
We were designed to dance despite the dissonance.