love is the only thing left.

Where does your softness come from?

Is it born of all anger and vice 

Is it cut from the teeth of hate and avarice 

How does your gentleness grow?

Soft as the breeze

Or the bark of a dove

Soft as the punch of a pillow 

Soft as a whistle

the down of a thistle 

Where did your hardness go?

Was it drowned like a kitten in santa's sack 

Was it broke when bought so you took it back

Was it left like luggage on a railway platform

Then disposed of by the army cos they thought it was a bomb?

Tell me o gracious lovely 

Where has your hardness gone ?

Your violence has had its throat cut 

Your jealousy threw up and left 

Your inner malaise is open and shut

And the fuse of your arrogance wet

How did your patience gather 

How come your tolerance upped its game 

Why did you resort to being honest

Do you cherish the right to be sane

The stars are all wheeling above us

Our defects are tame and placated

We don't feel the pain 

Of attempting to gain 

Anything 

Our will to consume is placated 

Our want of abuse is bereft 

And love is the only thing left.

2016 – Moscow