Hemlocked Heart

When the blood has been wiped off
Quarantining half the heart 
To declare the other half a loss
How do you cure a rage in you
Who seethes at the other point of view?

And what remedy do we have now
That hatred’s been told to run amuck?
Cut out the womb, no motherland,
The value judgments don’t add up
Another soul dragged from the scalpel's cut.