Oh it is a travesty,
to imagine we live in a society,
so bent on coercive plurality,
we have to think about our sanity.
How is it possible
so many are duped
forgotten are our principles,
drawn inside a very large scoop.
I listened to the news last night,
again, abhorrent, aghast, afoul,
and now today the sun will shine,
it will seem we all have only called foul.
It is in the best interest of a human being,
to recognize love, to understand peace,
for within the heart and soul of any bearing,
is the need to connect rather than divide.
We live in an alarming time, you and me,
whereby simple words can foul a nation,
One man may suggest the world is flat,
and for a time, the people will know exactly that.
Or do they really know,
is it that easy,
My, instead I think it’s Bowling Green
a simply massacre of intelligible rhetoric.
For if it is really said it’s true,
If it is really sad, is it true?