IMPLOSION OF HATE

Is it possible we have been judged and found though less then perfect perhaps pushing our cart along a trail leading towards the high road; the high road we once built.   My how our race down hill was ran.   Sure we let them tie across our eyes fear.  I too was angry but knew not at who, I too was scared but of what.   Too many are now pushing their own cart load of hate and discontent, buckets of rage and boxes of ignorance, books full of past lies and rolled posters posturing as patriotism.   It was indeed too easy chasing our load down hill; too fast among the ruts we were stuck within.  Now as we look back at the wreckage piled below one must wonder why, one must ask how were we allowed to crash into each other, and also do we now bear scars never to be erased?   Now our leader is awarded for peace amid the war only half won.   Will we than offer only half measure or is it possible we join and offer in measure most full to empower our implosion of hate?

M. Paul