Loving Thine Enemy
When He Has a Gun
To Your Child's Head.
By Happy Hiram
Nobody feels love now.
But what of compassion;
what misery and pain
led to this quandary?
Can I think of my child
fiercely, and thus uselessly
or can I understand
the man with weapon in hand?
Does passion get
the better of love?
Who will win, who will rise?
Understanding holds the key.
When a child's soft hand
reaches for that hot flame
sometimes we bruise it
pushing it away
We may thwart
the terrorist with love
or with hate,
but what is left?
Understanding
is a greater weapon
than is hate.
Compassion
is not weakness
but strength.
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