The Cost

Sometimes love is not enough,
sometimes all the rainbow doesn’t lift
the heart from the basement of us,
and all the colors run into a pool of black
and all that is reflected is hate,
and then good men do the worst deeds
and pick the weapon up
and end cruelty at the barrel,
and it’s the cost of being free.

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