This is where I go When the world goes mad Everyone telling me I must choose a side now I must pass judgment now
Every man Is my brother Good, or not good
I mourn my brothers Whose lives are so broken That they find themselves Forcefully subdued
I mourn my brothers That find themselves Bestowed with power Beyond their control
I find mourning much more pragmatic than picking, or making a side, which will ultimately yield nothing of value. It requires circumspection, introspection, and a willingness to suffer at the hand of all truths. However, as long as I have lived, and from what I’ve witnessed, mankind simply lacks the wherewithal to make this the standard. Seemingly, we just want vengeance, dressed up in all sorts packages. That approach will never address the core problems. When will we learn?