Reparations will be made
     For each and every act of shame
When the widows are in charge,
     When the henchmen share the blame.

Do you ever stop to wonder
     How much better life would be
If we learned to spare our neighbour,
     If we valued sanity?

This world is a fleeting shadow
     Of a better world in store—
One that is within our reach,
     One we have been waiting for.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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