What’s the Score?

Just to speculate
on some ideal world to come,
that will not arrive
so long as “they” oppose it,
is a poor and fruitless game.
We cannot evolve
in the future, on our own,
without each other.
The true barrier to peace
is never your enemies.
What kind of a world
includes just one kind of thought,
one right and no wrong?
Imagine the scoreboard reads
Me one, everyone zero.

25 NOV 2024

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