And, those who would isolate us through life.
Us us us us us and Them them them them them
And who knows which is which and who is who
With with with with Without
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Compassion. Does it seem that a lot of brutality has to come before the pendulum swings away and back to recognizing others' humanity?
I think about how some in my family fared 200 years old when they must have decided to keep their heads down just to survive. "The only good Indian is ... dead ..." Then, for someone from another planet, the violence would have seemed almost random in the 1860's until it wasn't quite. Sure, there were those who felt that it was necessary to care about the Other, throughout. But, there were those who gained from division and division division division division ...