There are places in this world where pessimism

Is more than the flip side of joyful optimism

And where harsh words of vehement criticism

Erases every positive element of humanism

When we look down these dark alleys of pallor

We know that we’ve met mankind’s darkest hour

There are places where every breath of life

Is just another moment of bloody, heated strife

We need to stop before we swoop down to judge

People seeking to escape oppression that won’t budge

Forgiveness is the path forward against those

Who cave to temptations that are not truly chose

Extended hands shaking in perverse trembles of fear

Offer a hand up instead of a callous half sneer

Part of  taking and making America great again

Might rest in remembering the way of the Samaritan