Brother, when did our hearts burst in to fear and sister, when did our lungs collapse from drowning in anger?

We’ve painted black all the red, bled from us.

We built this huge tower impenetrable by all others and we sharpened our canines and strengthened our jaws.

And we attacked anyone who meddled with our bones.

We wanted to build a house with quaint sunlight and familiar smells and richness beyond money.
And being the architects that we are, we would build out of love and not hate but then we started to hate everything else.

But.

We didn’t forgive or have magnificent feasts. We didn’t ride the tides in with softness, but we skint our knees and got sand in our wounds.

And now I set in this empty house without and I think what did we build? What benefit did this bring us and I go blank.

I guess we were not great builders after all, but I still have hope that we can always- ALWAYS go back under construction.

Imagine after learning our lessons, what we would be capable of building now.  I no longer paint blood black. 

Take my hand Brother,
Take my heart Sister.
LET prejudice FAIL.
LET love PREVAIL.