You wrap it in legality
make laws to legislate
your emotional state.
You wrap it up in words
and put it to a vote.
To protect the children
you say, from difference
from things out of your
preferred state of is and will be.
You justify it
in your religion and philosophy
branding all those different
Using the Bible like a weapon
to bludgeon those who oppose
the state of is and should
be in your frightful emotion
Gay, Straight, black, white
maybe they dress in green
Maybe the only proper coupling
to you are those blond haired
and blue eyes. Maybe
you hide your plan for
the master race.
Wait? You think your different?
But you use your law like an arrow
your beliefs like a mace, a club,
a shotgun shell, primed and loaded
to be shot, and drive before
you all those
who are not
just like you
That don’t fit your ideal
Maybe they’re too poor
too wealthy, maybe too gay
or straight. Maybe too black
or too white, or some other skin
color that isn’t the same as yours
Who are you to decide who its okay
to love, to lust after, to make
a lover or take as a mate.
Oh that’s right..you and your hate
wrapped up so tight you can’t see the
end of it.
Tell me you are different.
Look to your left.
Look to your right.
Is there anyone there you don’t include
in your ideal? Brother lets talk about the
plank up your backside. It isn’t in your eye.
Its about the justification of oppression
and the repression of anything that doesn’t
fit your perfect vision of how its to be,
maybe you should contemplate just
a bit about your hate.
Difference abounds all around,
doesn’t matter which, where, or
who, but as you hate you separate
you draw lines and say, no that’s not
hate, its law, or faith. But let me
put it to you this way. Is it? Can you
say you’ll be pleased with a fate, built
on that bitter seed within your heart.
Judge not. Lest you be judged.
Judge me, Judge yourself.
Look in the mirror, for that’s
all you really see. Justified
however you want, but its hate
reflected back. Not something really,
A poem inspired by a friends poetry..