those who have measured the true
depths of hate
are never guided by the maps we know
nor by the compass or the starry
show
at height of darkness that is not
their fate
on the long journey for they won’t
debate
the terrors or the pains there is no
blow
so hard it will detain them the
great flow
of history inspires them not to wait
there’s a reminder that we learn the
ways
when we are children and the early
signs
of wisdom we dismiss as so much guff
yet we return when we’ve fulfilled
the days
of hardest learning and worked in
the mines
discovering at last we’re not so
tough
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