The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.
We stand divided, not from borders fenced
with razor-wires, but fissured deep inside,
a river Styx that’s running wild with sense
that hate can grow from love and though we try
we either break apart with hearts too tense
or grey indifferent and wonder why,
that hate and evil grows in neighbor’s sons
while we build higher walls and ask for guns.
Today Frank will tend the bar and brings us the Ottava Rima at dVerse, use it as a stanza or as a single poem. Come and join the fun with us at 9 PM CET.
May 25, 2017