Much like the ideal of a family
taking in their elders,
or politicians being concerned
with the common good,
or neighbors taking the time to know
and care for each other,
the idea of love triumphing over hate
no longer seems applicable.
Love cannot surmount using the life
of a child to protect weapons,
love will not intervene between machetes
and the necks of innocents,
love does not riot, loot and burn,
nor does it fog thought and reason
like tear gas on a hot, Missouri night.
Hate and indifference rule the day,
and I fear love has become too weak,
and uncommon, to overcome.