Hard to do

it's so hard to love

love is the hardest thing to do

the hardest thing to find

the hardest thing to have 

the hardest thing to see

the hardest thing to be

the hardest thing to define

the reason we're not free

is a thin line locked behind

love is the key

the love we had 

is now in captivity

silent no activity

a broken ceramic nativity

shattered clay molds

too hot to hold

dropped by the potter

the heat from the oven

could not be stood

broken pieces

and splinters of wood

wasn't the plan

how much love

can one stand

it's just to hard

to love after being

the subject of so much hate

over a course of years

crops grew from the ancestors tears

faith alone is what we stand on

yet we remain

scared straight

swept up and disposed of

told that we are supposed

to love that which

broke us

provoke us

and choke us

bleep, bleep, bleep

trust I want to cuss

but I can't cross the borders

that denotes that my speech

is out of order