I can’t listen anymore,
I’m a citizen of this country,
I believe in my freedom,
the welfare of my neighbor
the peace of mind of a stranger.
I want to understand the peril
that one family has overcome
in order to help another find peace,
find their own sense of freedom.
But the circle of deceit
two parties battling one another,
a constant rubrics cube of
smoke and mirrors,
Pollyanna and Slaughterhouse Five,
they’re all the same,
all told before,
all recognized to be contributors,
to our own incessant
Catch – 22
of hit and miss, ugliness.
I suppose I will turn to fiction
the result of years of twisted reality,
I’d rather just …