Because we will never again sow division

We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another.
We seek harm to none and harmony for all.
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew.
That even as we hurt, we hoped.
That even as we tired, we tried.
That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious.
Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.
Extract is from poem recited by Amanda Gorman at the inauguration of US President Joe Biden. Report on civilian collateral casualties caused by Coalition airstrikes in Iraq via this link. When will they ever learn? New Overgrown Path posts are available via the link at the top of the page. Any copyrighted material is included for critical analysis, and will be removed at the request of copyright owner(s).

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Thank you for sharing - a very powerful juxtaposition indeed!
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