Call me a fool,
A wretched idealist;
A liberal tool,
An utter unrealist.
Your labels fall short;
Your arrows won’t pierce.
Why must we distort
Compassion so fierce?
When did we cease
Believing we could
Be a power for Peace,
Doing all that we should?
When did progress become
Our enemy’s name,
Abandoning some
Just to keep things the same?
I pray we will turn
And pursue a new road.
I pray we will learn,
That our wounds may be sewed.
Jordan is a poet, Quaker, full-time Dad, and personal trainer from Dallas, Texas. He lives with his wife and toddling whirlwind of a son, plus Skittles the Bird and The Management (Luna and Lasik, the cats). His poetry can be viewed on his blog, The Hopeless Devotional (https://hopelessdevotional.com/posts/); he also has a published book of poems, Sacred Days, available at https://www.blurb.com/b/10238733-sacred-days.