On the edge of mortality
We look into the chasm,
Then turn away and grit our teeth.
Far from here,
Or so it seems,
Evil men call us to our deaths
Halfway 'round the world.
Bloated with their own importance,
Swollen with greed
They pride themselves
On their lack of humility.
We bow our heads,
Since they will not bow theirs.
No end of sacrifice
Will suffice.
What can turn their hearts of stone?
Can anyone reach them?
What will it take
To reason with them?
Is it better ten million die
Than they admit their guilt?
Is it truly such a hard thing
To fall on their knees?
Turn the other cheek!
Sage advice from one who knew
The only answer
Is to love them.
by Robert Bly
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