Pointing fingers

Accusing blame

Without regard

Regret or shame

Separation

Lines so drawn

Innocent lives caught

In right and wrong

Words the weapons

To attack and destroy

Upon each other

Anger employed

Winless battle

For the young

Bitter hurting

Inflicted upon

Keep the children

Neutral I plead

To no avail

Your heartless need

Pray and hope

As time may heal

My daughter my son

Our love shall reveal

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