Those we most Admire,
It seems in this society,
Have eyes that burn with righteous fire,
And condemn those who’d live more quietly.

Where are all the gentle eyes?
That shine with understanding,
Pardon rather than chastise,
Giving, not demanding.

Those without game or ploy,
The uncanonized softer Saints,
Who preach only love and joy,
Tolerance,  and restraint.

Have they forsaken us,
After so much useless discontent?
Did seeing Hatred rule us thus,
Cause them to lament?

Can we beg them to return?
And lead us into kinder days,
The loving humanity for which we yearn,
Where Truth and Good rule always?


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