Thoughts on our current state of political discourse in the United States.
When the dust settles,
And the history books are written.
If those that remain,
can look back through a clearer lens
where will they see you stood
at this moment?
Were you the one praying for change,
or hoping for justice?
Was it yourself or for all,
For the earth or for your children
For the country or
was it only for those who shared
your world view,
or the color of your skin?
Were your convictions rooted in righteousness,
keeping the peace,
in passive indifference
or in making another suffer?
Where were you
When the hungry needed fed,
the sick needed healing,
When the other needed your compassion?
Were you the one we see with the bullhorn-
Shouting yet not hearing,
Believing yet not seeing?
Or were you the one quiet and unseen,
Lending a kind hand,
Trying to steady the storms around you.
Where were you when it all came apart,
When the flag fell
and the crosses burned,
when the fraying fragments of our freedoms
and desecrated on the steps of state capitols
who fueled the great fire of our demise.
Were you busy ripping the stitches,
Letting the edges burn with the embers of your anger?
Or were you the one frantically trying to calm the flames,
Patch the tears and
reinforce the seams
Of our once great democracy?
Ask yourself now,
Where were you?