There is lots of room
in which all of us may dwell
here between God and Satan…
even our politicians.
There is lots of room
in which all of us may dwell
here between God and Satan…
even our politicians.
When we disagree,
can we not remain civil
and work to find common ground?
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You know I love our country,
as I know you love it too.
Let us not cast stones!
Transcendent sunsets
defy borders, fences, walls
Unite all peoples
Listen Up, you grey old goat!
Your racist ways are history.
Does that hate not sere your throat?
That grossly overt bigotry
never fails to offend
younger,
compassionate,
thoughtful men.
But since we’re here within this lodge,
I’ll try to muster up some grace,
abide the precepts of wiser men
and curb my urge to pulp your face.
I’ll maintain regard unconditional
despite your beliefs, so unlovable.
Must there be drama
to christen every morning?
Can’t we vow and endeavor
to enjoy a silent dawn?
A glorious end
Writ large ‘cross the firmament
Restores perspective
Single sentinel
Stiffly stands at attention
Guarding garden greenery
This quiet moment,
Unencumbered by labor,
Detached from worry,
Allows the weary spirit
To bathe in tuneless music.
Every passing year
Drives in deeper the wedges
Increasing the strain
On civil interaction.
How much longer can
This great tree of liberty
Remain unsundered standing?
Further harmony:
Deny not the evil, yet
Focus, rather, on the good.
Brothers, heed my call!
As our sphere becomes a cesspit,
Where intolerant effluent flows,
Blooming like opinion’s night soil,
Let us keep our sacred hall
A place of rest from petty shit
Free from vile intemperant glow
Supplanting our harmony with moil.
So brothers, please, I beg you all,
For this time we rest and sit
Let’s keep our chamber pots below
Lest our tempers seethe and boil.
Brothers, please, let’s keep this space
A harmonious place of restful grace.