There’s a frightening reality exists around our lives
we’d like to believe it isn’t the panic our mind derives.
Yet, how else can we explain the mounting tension,
the averted eyes, the tarnished world we mention.
Would that it mattered our own lives hang in the balance
that we imagine we might never have to take a chance
at living on the edge, at realizing any moment we could
be sacrificed in the eyes of the majority that would.
If they might allow the world to crumble into mediocrity
than perhaps we ought to recognize some new civility.
I once believed that everyone could always get along
I didn’t know soon there’d be a man who didn’t belong.
A woman who might have tears at the loss of her own
ability to protect herself, after the stitches have been sewn.
I wonder about the man whose scrutiny became passe
until a friend or a colleague or a family – you know the way.
We are a populace of similar mind and quiet fortitude
so alike we would laugh if we ever embraced our attitude.
Take a minute to glance around you tonight, tomorrow, now,
see the world in a day as it stands nearby as societies allow.
We measure our lives too easily by the growing masses,
Little thought reminds us we are really quite the asses.