There are times I’d like to be under a rock
When arrows of hate fly by…
When mobs shouting slogans are the ones being cocked
As a rapid-fire gun letting fly!
I preach peace and understanding
Of a human as evil as they…
But if they don’t get what they want this very second
Rational people are blown away!
Do you know the rulers who denied and ignored you
Are the very hateful ones yelling charge?
Higher-ups in the background. egging you forward
Only want their power enlarged?
“Progressives” don’t care about your families
Your finding jobs or taking a breath
Of freedom–they desire you stay dependent
And if desired–send you to death.
Raging at beck and call of professional handlers
Is not the way to be free…
Stop and think who you are really serving,
Will you listen to reason—MAYBE?
I call for peace and understanding
Not hate and blind fury…
Mobs tear down walls and break into disorder,
The reasoned among you better hurry!
On this rock I stand,
who will stand with me?
Will anyone see danger in the wind?
If no one else can vouch for a jury
Then civil rule may soon end!
An Opinion Piece–the Scripture says, in effect, “when I am for peace, they are for war!”
WHO HERE IS REALLY FOR WAR,
OR CAN SEE THE LOOMING DANGER OF RIOTING MOBS CAUGHT UP WITH ONE IDEA—NOT CARING FOR ANYONE’S OR ANYONE ELSE?
wake up you people.
–Jonathan Caswell, poet with as much right to his opinion as those being encouraged to riot in the streets—or trumpet hate here!