My family, distant, oh, how it pains,
Politics won’t shield them from life’s strains,
We’re all in pain, scared and lost,
In this stormy sea, no matter the cost,
With an open mind, my questions I’ll ask,
No need to assist, it’s not an easy task.
My friends distant, in solitude they dwell,
Politics won’t save them from the unseen swell,
I bear no hatred, but rather plea,
To end this cycle of enmity.
My church, distant, my heart does weep,
Politics didn’t save them from sorrows deep,
I harbor no hatred, just a plea,
To end this cycle of animosity.
Forgiveness, my friends, is the key,
In this wild journey, you and me.
The truth will come, no doubt, it’s true,
But until that day, what can we do?

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