A Love Thy Enemies Poem

 

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Metanoia

broken ice freezes streets
dangerous unto death

one slip [us] taken down
harden ground does not give

[us] brace for coming blast
cold so harsh it hollows

Spring thaw is far away
if frozen will not give

let’s ready salt for streets
melt brittle frost in [us]

care-full for the bloodied
pray-full for the brutal