Sunday, June 5, 2016

How Can I?

How can I question my brother,
when I have not yet met the demand?
How can I eschew an idea
that I don't even fully understand?

How can I not love,
if this is the supreme command?
How can I not forgive,
if that is the way most grand!


How can I not help,
when capable is my hand?
How can I just sit back,
when the hour is at hand?

How can I contain it within,
when love seeks to moisten the entire land?
How can I remain at the oasis,
When my calling is out in the sand?

How can I look away,
when their plight I comprehend?
How can I return hate for hate,
when love is all I tend?

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