How can we go on staying here
frightened by our lack of fear,
we calmly panic much too late
and live together loving hate.
Individually we share
and trust each other to beware,
full of empty fantasy
to look for that we cannot see.
We listen for what cannot be heard
and educate to be absurd,
to make the silence seem so loud
and still get lonely in a crowd.
The longer gone the less to come
and nothing gained is more than some,
to give us peace we fight a war
but freedom is against the law.
Adding your comment:
you've held a good, solid rhyme throughout your poem until the last two lines... war and law don't rhyme... is there any way to fix that without losing your meaning? they really are two great lines i'd just like to see them hold up the rest of your rhyme 
