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I sense the nation/ Is tired of contention

I sense the nation
Is tired of contention
A period of calm waits in the wings
Perhaps a Christmas carol
Will break through all the chatter
And homicidal notions
Will give way to better things
There comes a time when breath is short
Attention splays and when
Sheer inabilaty envelops us
We see the end we share
It stops our mouths refocuses our hearts
Until another blast of fatuous commitment
Claims the stage
And we resume the fighting yet again
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