I wanted to be a symbol,
But I fell among the quibble.

I let the hell around consume me
When all I wanted was to be free.

My path comes clear
To light I try to steer.

To wash my sins of the past
My acts here forward, steadfast.

To find the ray of hope
For all, not just a nation
or just the pope.

Understanding instead of ridicule
Lest I look as foolish as the mule.

So now I must scribble
Even if my blood must dribble.

The world I left behind
Didn't have to press rewind.

© Bird in a Cage

In post; I want to make it clear this isn't a call for war, this is a call for unity. we can't get over our past if we aren't willing to let go of the sins of yesterday. we're all hurt, we're all scared. But we should try to alleviate that fear and pain... Not add to it.