Is your patience wearing thin?
This time some of ours to forgive.
Were I them I can't say I'd be quick to.
But neither would I want to cross you.
Will you bring us to our end?
Or will we just get to you first?
Whom is more a threat to whom?
Surely it doesn't matter:
Who's the former, who's the latter.
You are not our angry mother.
Are you the sister we've estranged?
We share a Father; is your hope our Brother?
Might we some day just be friends?
Can we some way make amends?