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DIFFERENCE

Transubstantiate the difference...
Is it blood or is it wine?
Dogmatic to the end of time
No time to judge, just to condemn
Can we not stand on common ground?
Demographics lead us to a certain conclusion,
But acceptance of present seems too confusing.
Fear of freedom, fear of hope,
Brings a pain we all must bear.
Answer questions almost daily, which foot do you prefer?
Both are right in their own small way,
No room for compromise, or sway.
Talks overrated as a means
To resolve the difference between the teams.
Both sides good and right, evil and wrong
At least as the other side looks on.
Nothing comes cheap, all things at a cost,
Trust is won, even easier lost.
Perhaps someday a conclusion can be found
And we all at last can stand on common ground.

 

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