Love, some say
Is a fleeting flirtation
Temporary lust
That won’t last
Love, others say
Is a distraction
Is evol spelled backward
Against the human need
For prosperity and greed
Proof is in the racial conflicts
in Ferguson
In the religious battles in the
Middle East
Hate is rampant
And natural, some claim
A human disease
I disagree
I say love
Is in our DNA
That we are born
To connect
To care for each other
Some of us
Misplace it growing up
Most of us
Still hang on to it
Like a trophy cup
Proof is in me
Having slipped to the underworld
You plucked me up
Fatally sick
You nurtured me back to health
Like a mother bear to her baby cub
Proof is in you
Wet and cold
Some stranger will hold your hand
Offer you a coat
Return you to dry land
Proof is in every Peter, Paul and Mary
Out and lost
Someone will help
Bring them back inside
And new songs begin to flow
It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why…
It don’t matter, anyhow
Things may look bad now, my friend
As they do to me
A short-term set-back
Yesterday’s suffering and pain
Like a fictional old movie stored in our brain
Free ourselves, we have a choice
Let it be gone with the wind
Rhett and Scarlett moved on
So can we
Hope is here, imagine it
Love is here, feel it
It always has been
*** The End ***
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