Today I remember then,
only when
I cannot quite comprehend.
I know it was with intrigue
I wondered about time,
was this perhaps the proper sign.
I would look to wonder
each new design
a telling of a simple future.
Seems we all have a memory
whereby we might all recall
sweet passion was most kind.
We walked together as one,
hoping for the same,
a recognition of love.
Seemed rather simple at the time,
we all wanted it,
we all shouted the words.
Freedom seemed attractive,
easily attainable,
put a smile on all of our –
insecurities stepped in the way,
began to sway
the intelligent soul
toward shutting their door
no one allowed inside
any more, none anymore
we cannot help put pity
upon those we left behind.
Words are different now,
they speak quickly,
loud,
their tone misunderstood
or simply not concerned.
Sharply stated.
Rude consequences,
never really apply.
Today
instead of a polite retort,
we rather quickly
use a firearm …
the natural way they say
if a conceal and carry
is the way to go.
When once we stood together,
now we elude society
steady in the drum,
the lasting hypocrisy.