Raising sons full of ire,

Restraint is no longer their friend.

With news, IT builds a fire.

In only destruction it will end.


You did this, you did that,

Three hundred years of accusation.

As equals, we laughed, but then...

IT came.  To create mental Segregation.


Soon, IT made the fire too strong.

Civil war and accusations too hot to snuff.

It ended one day, but only after destruction was gone,

Did we find restraint among dead stuff.


We walked on with hands held in a clasp.

After resealing friendship, celebrating it's return.

Restraint, after being lost, came back with a rasp.

I gave him tea and was relieved, no one else had to burn.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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