Exhaustion from the very thought
Of chaos taking hold with its teeth
And shaking like a mad dog
Overcomes the stillness, destroys joy
And the season of love and harmony
Is pushed into a tar pit, blind, burning,
Tears, tears, tears, tears pouring out
Because no one will loose the grip
Of anger, of fear, of misunderstanding.
Opposing forces line up for the battle,
Hostile words and more hostile thoughts
Shattering the precariously perched cruet
That holds the essence of peace.
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