In halls of power and streets of strife,
Divisions grow and tensions thrive.
Left and right, a chasm wide,
Where once were thoughts now dwell the tides.
The tower of lobbyists, shades of gray,
A congressmen\'s dance, a disarray.
A generation\'s cry, fresh and raw,
Calls for change, seeks new law.
A poet from left, a poet from right,
Different views, yet both in sight.
Words for protest, or calm the fray,
Each heart feels a different way.
\"My Democracy,\" a voice does call,
Many faces, yet room for all.
A being to nourish, to keep alive,
In your heart, may it thrive.
The need to listen, the yearn to speak,
In the silence, a future bleak.
For the love of country, and dreams anew,
We must reconcile, we must pursue.
From the heartache of history, slow healing in sight,
A shared human experience, fragile yet bright.
May we find our Pericles, between oceans vast,
Speak what\'s needed, let shadows be cast.
Together we stand, or divided we fall,
The choice is ours, one and all.
A plea for peace, for love, for care,
In a world divided, may we dare.
© Susie Stiles-Wolf