The first two lines are adapted from a previous poem, "Song" posted on 21 July 2021 and linked here.
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It’s long-lost loves that ache the hardest,
It’s long-time hates that fester most, The one can rust the gold-eared harvest,
The other sear like black-ice frost.
So states might fanfare motives purest
When blows erupt for friendship glossed,
Or long-hugged rancour grown the rudest
Might leap to war and damn the cost.
For moral suasion quite the vilest
Besmirching acts will wink and boast,
And intellect’s much dog-eared digest
Will green-light death from hill to coast.
Ah weep your tears and clutch your dearest,
Men run to lash you to a post,
You’ll writhe with prayers and pleas the loudest
As dogs are primed with red meat tossed.
(1 Corinthians 13:13)
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© June 2017
