a poem

What Is Love

what is love
at times i've wondered
we speak the word often
but mostly we've plundered

power is what
we most seek today
do what i tell you
get out of my way

i try to forgive
and treat others well
yet still i relapse
to respond  -  go to hell

it bothers me some
that we're being so mean
and beauty and grace
are so rarely seen

perhaps we're afraid
to have love for another
it's just not in fashion
to cherish your brother

mostly it seems
we just think of ourselves
i'm back where i started
not sure where love dwells


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