A Conversation Between Father and Son

An Important Conversation

Son, we all are at war.
Some for finance

Some for romance
Most with Chance

Between anima-animas.

"Papa,Why do we battle?”

Not for victory or prosperity, my son.
But surely for power and for wealth

And for recognition of a breath

Amidst the unfaltering terror

Being salvaged by hate.

“What do we fetch?”

Hunger and fatigue,
Pain and unhappiness
Suspicion and drunkenness;

That’s all, I guess.

“Papa, how do I save myself?”

Our Shepherd's path, my son
With love as the only ointment.
Do you remember
The jolly good fellow?
And his gift of hope
Right there in your pocket!

So my son

Hold my hand.
As we walk;
Let us sing.
Let us love.
Let us live.

Above all,
Let us search for peace
at first. That once dwelt

Within ourselves.

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