How then to mend the circle once it’s broken
Fragments of the arc lie scattered, ruined
Sensed circumnavigation of the planet, observation
Detecting dissonance in chords in every tune
How then to close the gaps, the cracks, the fissures
The depths disparate, destitute, wartorn
One voice, survival, compromise, under pressure
For the weak, the strong, the willing, for newborn
How to prioritise the issues pending
The global, national, each local scene
One love, one voice, one purpose, life unending
Humanity dependent on one song
How then to sing a song that may unite us
Which strings to strum, whose fingers must we trust
Whose voice to listen to that won’t divide us
Compassion’s rises strong for what is just
Compassion’s song is gentle, seeks solutions
Forgives repentance, swallows hardships whole
Her song is crying listen, I am waiting
One world, survival, love, one song, the goal
How then to hear her voice within the tumult
Discordant notes that cry please look at me
Amid the monotone of, ‘I’m alright’, we must intuit
How to detect the raft upon high seas
No less than we would do for our own children
With selflessness through eyes that see for miles
By beginning with one chord, accord, a chorus
With empathy, attenuating lies
One voice, one world, one chance, one song, one option
To see what must be seen through keener lens
One humanity, there’s only one, one choice then
Compassion’s song must be our truest friend
“O, wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An’ foolish notion.” Robert Burns