Isolated in worlds of our own choosing, how easily we are swayed
Embraced reality transforms as the flood of information assaults us
Avowed truths become indistinguishable from falsehoods
Ideals of justice and honor contort to harmonize with our chosen reality
May the wings of our better angels enfold us now
May they quench our lust for vengeance
May they rend this veil of enmity obscuring our sight
May they stir our hearts to humility and mercy once more
Phantom demons deceive us as friend becomes foe
Whispers of fear and doubt consume us
Panic stirred in our hearts overwhelms us
Kindness and compassion cower in darkness
May the wings of our better angels enfold us now
May they quench our lust for vengeance
May they rend this veil of enmity obscuring our sight
May they stir our hearts to humility and mercy once more
Generations of lessons learned, so swiftly scorned
Must this ancient path endure endless new footsteps
How easily justifications for these iniquities fall from our lips
Moment by moment we chance losing our humanity
May the wings of our better angels enfold us now
May they quench our lust for vengeance
May they rend this veil of enmity obscuring our sight
May they stir our hearts to humility and mercy once more
© 2025 Anya Stone