we tread this earth, green and brown
finite years of life’s countdown
crawl, walk, run, and play
skip, hop, swoon, and sway
egg to fetus to baby, child
adolescence, puberty, then teenage wild
twenties, thirties, forties, more
the time clock ticks but keeps the score
we laugh and cry in joy and sorrow
always thinking there is a tomorrow
killing, dying, violence, abuse
intolerance, slander, what’s the use?
our finite time we waste with hate
malice, gossip, lies that bait
“I am right and you are wrong”
“You don’t matter, move along”
look to the right, look to the left
pick a side or better yet
just put on the blinders; through that tunnel look
where peripheral’s just a word used in books
and open wide; be sure to swallow
what’s left un-sown from minds gone fallow
what’s wrong with us?? we’re going back
to when right was white and wrong was black
to fists and rocks and shoot to kill
our ‘sticks & stones’ now break things at will
when did debate become the place
to harass, harangue, inflame the base?
so trump’s a troll and cruz a liar?
clinton and sanders fantasy cryers?
don’t prove it – just say it – it’s all the same right?
who cares for the truth when what matters is the fight
well I for one am sorry for my nation
we’ll reap what we’re sowing and I fear our creation
we live in a country where anything goes
our music and tv; our poetry and prose
clothing, vehicles, make up, and hair
tattoos and nose rings are everywhere
why is it not for our politics and life choices?
why now are fear and hate the loud voices?
not just of the people, but of those that govern
bottom up to top down, we act like a coven
of witches and bitches and wizards and dicks
if you believe it we’re all screwed, no matter the pick
I’m not naive – nothing I do will matter
I’ll be just as covered in the end with blood spatter
but for me, it’s the end of hate speech
I have my opinions and they’re not there to preach
you do what you want to or have to, for sure
but stop at MY threshold and knock on my door
if I let you in, then I’m saying I’ll listen
I may not agree, but a friend you’ll be christened
up and until or IF you decide
that I need a lesson in choosing sides
do you remember that threshold you crossed?
well head back that way…you’re outta here ol’ hoss!