so you think
you have
your answer
but so does
your brother
so your mother
remains silent
with her prayers
as your father
bends to rent
his gathered shirt
tear out
what is left
his tattered doubt
so you think
those words
some rant and shout
you think
they somehow
truly mattered
you hear
pretentious garble
relentlessly pouring
intentionally down
some so called
holy mountainside
where truly
sacred water
seeks holy ocean
mixed and stirring
those holy words
you thought
you heard
even thought
you understood
but tortured blood
my contentious brother
is something
you should
always respect
communicate compassion
deliver peace
with soulful passion
truly empathize
in every dialect
find that
real caring
still can exist
within your heart
your precious soul
peace and love
humanity my friend
is living there
real truth
and precious love
beyond all this
wretched human
collective despair

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