More than a want but a science
A rule of life.
In dust left behind
A joy and sadness of breath that may or may not be
Galaxius juice feeds newborn minds
Building foundations of hope, experience.
On our Little Rock what do we do?
But throw away that hope
Slice that joy with division
In the bubble of small communities we achieve peace
But we don’t accept from the outside in.
If we can’t love our neighbour,
What hope do we have for those a galaxy away?