When everything is just interpretation

The will to live recedes like  turning tide
That rushes back from sands it once flowed on
Hearing politicians hurts my mind

When we may not  judge what’s   true  or lied
When everything is just interpretation
The will to live recedes like  turning tide

The wish to see is not good for the blind
We must accept when vision is outgrown
Hearing politicians hurts the mind

Now there is unrest and love divides
People argue from assumptions most unknown
The will to live recedes like  turning tide

Were the seeds of enmity refined?
Our virtue needs a long gestation
Hearing politicians wounds the mind

We’re numbered,  Jews, for calculations
We don’t count;  manipulation
The will to live recedes like  moon dragged tides
Haring politicians hurts the  mind

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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