Mike Connor wrote:

What price the noble hopes and dreams of all the years?
shadowed now by doubt, frustration, even tears?
lofty thoughts, imagined once of high intent,
enthusiasm, joy, now thwarted, nearly spent.

Comrades, friends, joined by common drive,
wasted, fretful, petty, doomed it seems to strive,
for hurt and insult, hateful barbs and pain,
to what end then? May one find such again?

Who knows? Who cares? The injured least of all,
innocent, but also guilty, unseeing even to the final fall,
whimpering and mewling, still blind as newly born,
ideals forgotten, lives wasted and forlorn.

Fresh wind then? Mayhap consensus for what´s right?
or acceptance of the sad result, the final sorry plight?
A smile, a word, polite discussion, as all for truth and friendship grope,
Who starts? Who ceases?, Who may yet give cause for hope?

If you'll allow me to translate your doggerel, it boils down
to "Can't we all just get along ?".

Well no, we can't. We never have, and we never will. And
thank god for that because if we were to insist that all
of us here cozy up to racists, nitwits, ****tards, SPAMmers
and armed rednecks this place would lose whatever "character"
it enjoys and be as boring as some of the fly fishing boards
people come here to avoid.

--
Ken Fortenberry