Battle Cry

Inside my eyes a hopeful yearn
where hate and judgments burn;
in this space we learn.

My eyes are dim to see your fear,
frightened to what you'll hear
in this space of tears.

Remove from your heart this grudge hate
Maybe it is too late
And it is not fate.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like a conflict of hearts, the place where all wars begin. The speaker sounds hopeful, but still a long way from certain. It's the other party's move now. Good luck.