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There are a whole lot of hateful
That smile at us faithful
When we see them they dripping nothing but labels
They call themselves self made and are anything but grateful
Some look light others with a tan using blunt force violence does not make you a man
They ask you to taste that which is sour hoping you will find it sweet
Berate and litigate the truth parade it before us and call it news
Every group represented by a label is not welcomed at the negotiation table
It says we shall be judged by a group of our own peers yet many are tainted by hatred and fears
Crypto, Cash, Oil, and Gold have been used to tarnish many a soul
More than just a slight talked about in a whisper then hushed changing justice to just us
Still there are a gathering few who cling to the old ways telling us these are the last day
Around the world we are experiencing blistering heat
Nature dispensing justice like separating chaff from the wheat
Standards of living we watch crumble to dust
As we were once told the poor we shall always have with us
We stand under our flags in the breeze watching them unfurl
This is the pulse of our world
All in all now we know that which is paraded before is all a show
It is not too late for humanity but we still have so far to go
About the Creator
Gregory Anderson
I am a writer and filmmaker director & author. Writing has always been a passion for me. I wrote and directed a play called “The Rosary” which traveled around for a few years. My book “Poetic steps in time and season” is available online
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