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For something more than love

Trenches dug, a mile deep
My body it is sore
Firm against the lies that seep
Beneath the sliding door

Crevices of mounting hate
Stand the borderline
Quietly I sit and wait
A distant church bell chimes

Thunder falls from every cloud
Children run and hide
Barricades inform the crowd
To walk the other side

Sticks and stones and broken bones
Phrases fired back
Insults from the words have grown
Now arming the attack

Strangers in the circus tent
Clowns to fill the car
Popcorn quotes, the need to vent
This now has gone too far

Raise the flag, your colored choice
Wave it high above
Think before you use your voice
For something more than love