The Love That's Finished Doesn't Disappear

The Care Bear Stare was sort of deus ex machina
the furballs pulled it out when faced
with some tremendous obstacle. They’d all line up
a fiery manifestation of their boundless love
like the Polonium 210 of Caring
smiting their enemies
bringing them sobbing to their bloodied knees

“Everyone knows Care Bears aren’t black and brown,” she sneered
“Your Care Bears look like poop.”