There is no place or grace, for all the human race <br />The race of will, to race and kill <br />As anger fills and kills the thrill <br /> <br />That we hold near and dear, we cherished children fear <br />The wraith of God, the wraith of man <br />The wraith of future shines the plan <br /> <br />That we can maul it all, from front to back we saw <br />The answer here, the answer there <br />And never thought to question where <br /> <br />Did anger’s state of hate, combined collaborate <br />That one is right, and powering <br />Then one will fight for might to sing <br /> <br />The battle long of song, dividing right from wrong <br />The death of you, the death of me <br />The death of us for all to see <br /> <br />No one can own this bone, together we’re alone<br /><br />Paul Moosberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/together-we-re-alone/