by Paul C. Binotto
Listen neighbor and friend,
though we may rarely agree.
You see the forest, while I see the tree.
I, a curve, you, a bend.
You, the blue, me, the red.
You, the heart, and I, the head.
Let’s face it and admit.
Without either part, a body is dead.
Let’s race not after guilt, nor to acquit.
But chase after something else in its stead.
Let’s put all this anger and hatred to bed.
And rise to a new morning, new day.
And take a new path, try a new way.
I’ll be more heart, and you be more head.
Better alive in one body, than apart and both dead.