Irrational disputes hang heavily in the air that still holds the chill of this past winters glare
It would seem as if spring never was sprung while the arguments of old come under the gun
We the people slog toward the solstice sun dreaming and hoping for a healing to come
A genuine warmth that could graciously envelope all whilst melting down the divisive wall
A wall that has been constructed with bricks of mistrusts and misdeeds, heavily mortared with buckets of greed
It is not such a stretch this envisioning of hope, we can all flash back to a wall that the people once broke
We live and learn as the old phrase directs, how can that be true with repeating old sagas determined to hang round our necks
The arguments are many with all sorts of hues that file us all down leaving us covered in blues
It has mostly been a matter of one side or the other, but what harm to consider that there is room for both sides to prevail
Attempting to institute a just compromise that gives way to a happy ending, whatever the tale
Some would say it is silly to hold such an earnest hope but what is this life without such a scope
Be free to let hope grow as tall as the old growth trees, allowing that hope to stand strong within both you and me