Lines Drawn Poem by Andy Brookes

Keeping tribal paths we stick grazing upon the plains
herds of humans stuck with glue of prejudice or love.
sometimes we coalesce mutating to splinter
cracking like mirror shards taking sides
other view other stances for we are dogs of or doves of peace.

mutual in our distancing or clumped in cosy thoughts
kindness over flows but so does hatred and vicious cruelty
a person can be reasoned with a mob mindless.

We can descend packs of howling wolves
to tear tender flesh, those deemed unworthy
but most times we let our humanity rein
and do astoundingly brave and beautiful things