In Hope to See

How strange in war some kill and maim
And think this brings them praise and fame,
Or that a tank must crush the earth
To believe they've given freedom birth.

And stranger still bombs fall from skies
In hope to see the phoenix rise,
And that a parent, striking child,
Believes that this will tame the wild.

Then some may choose that their own choice
Is better than every other voice,
And that their race exceeds all others;
That all human beings are not sisters and brothers.

Yet strange indeed, and a source of grief,
Is that all should suffer ones belief,
And that the right to criticize
Is rightfully owned by sage and wise.  
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