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; baby to child
adolescence, puberty, teens gone wild
twenties, thirties, forties, and more
the time clock ticks and keeps the score
we laugh and cry in joy and sorrow
always thinking there is 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; 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 gaze
where peripheral’s just a word in books these days
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, sanders; fantasy cryers?
no proof – just say it -the same thing, right?
who cares for truth, it’s about the fight
well I am sorry for my nation
we’ll reap what we’re sow, this 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 everywhere
why not the same for politics and life choices?
why now are fear and hate the loud voices?
not just of the people; too those that govern
bottom to top, we act like a coven
of witches and bitches and wizards and dicks
if you believe it, we’re screwed, no matter the pick
I’m not naive – nothing I do matters
I’ll be just as covered as you with blood spatters
but for me, it’s the end of all this 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?
then just head back that way…you’re outta here ol’ hoss!