We were to look back clearly
On the present and the past
From the point where only spirit is
I think we would easily see
The mountains of fear we rallied
Against it in our artful sciences
Our governments and religions
Ignoring hunger for a piece of bread
That the good could not be good
Without the darkness to resist it
That the evil of freedom be prodigal
To the love of a deeper will
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