One ceases wonder
What might hold sway,
On yet reached state
Gone beyond late,
Would set us free
In time be rid of hate,
To not play race
Nor creed or faith,
Means embrace bait,
Preached by man dubious
In a dogmatic place,
In grips now held as bold
Where power so extols,
Man would find to call fate!
ode, to the overpowered by hate,
the world over…