Settling

What good are hands to hold
If they have never gone and sold
Themselves for work amongst the fields?

What good are eyes to gaze into
If they habitually close from view
The sight of all the least of these?

What good are lips to kiss
If they know only cowardice
When kings and kingdoms would collide?

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