Love is not in short supply
for it flows
in the human soul.
Love is not extant
for it gives meaning
to existence.
The many faces
of hate, greed, and conflicts
that spill blood of the same color
and crush the bonds
of affinity and affection
are love’s nemeses
that have grown
unbridled in their sway
since we are malnourished
with doubts and distrust
in our hearts.
Oh, love is an antidote to them,
stronger than all the weeds
and hoardings beyond our needs.
It’s the only constant
in the ephemeral phases
of our existence.
But loving our fellow beings
also demands a constant –
a refreshing of our vows
through conversation,
heart-to-heart
beyond me and us
towards mutual respect
and coexistence.
Loving our fellow beings
is but being human
and being human
is but loving.
War is the time
to renew this vow
each day
every moment
to deny hate
any more anchors.
