A Cognitive Dissonance We love the blossoms beauty We ask only for the beauty to grow. Yet we war and destroy the blossoms More surely than the snow. We war and claim to love the earth We war and poison the dirt That produces the withered blossom That produces the wilted blossom We listen to the music to lighten our hearts Then we go to war and destroy our ears So we can n o longer hear the music start Wee war forever and ever for years Dominic James Wiebersch.