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BREAKING BREAD
(a sonnet)
What’s wrong with Kansas? Less than we first thought!
The Lord does move in ways perhaps unseen.
Too often cops and crowds seem battles fought,
In Wichita, they chose a different scene.
Instead of helmets, clubs, and riot gear,
The cops manned grills cooking dogs and burgers.
The protesters then put aside their fear.
Both ate and danced, that's how progress occurs.
Too long we stood as if it’s us and them,
Spent too much time making foes of friends.
Too long our little diff’rences condemn,
Spent too much talk defining hostile ends.
I hope this shows when all is done and said;
It’s easy to join ranks when we break bread.
What’s wrong with Kansas? Less than we first thought!
The Lord does move in ways perhaps unseen.
Too often cops and crowds seem battles fought,
In Wichita, they chose a different scene.
Instead of helmets, clubs, and riot gear,
The cops manned grills cooking dogs and burgers.
The protesters then put aside their fear.
Both ate and danced, that's how progress occurs.
Too long we stood as if it’s us and them,
Spent too much time making foes of friends.
Too long our little diff’rences condemn,
Spent too much talk defining hostile ends.
I hope this shows when all is done and said;
It’s easy to join ranks when we break bread.
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