we all say we want it.
but your idea of peace then? . . . or my idea of peace?
peace is apparently perception.
old men in suits.
impotent powerful men. the scariest kind.
men who have forgotten much of what’s important.
where are the mothers? send in the mothers.
mothers do not send their sons to war . . . . lightly.
lies told throughout the long years.
all the years past. all the years to come.
lies you tell each other.
lies you may not even see as lies anymore.
lies told over and over. lies like fragile little bridges across chasms
of misunderstandings. lies to travel over. travel through.
lies we are expected to travel on until the bridge is gone.
islands of hope.
islands of our hopes in the sea of ego and doubt.
islands too far apart to connect those who would reach across the
water and hold their neighbor island’s hand.
for the good of the land. for everyone’s land.
it shouldn’t be so hard.
but it is . . . in the sea of ego and doubt.
islands drifting farther and farther apart.
in the sea of ego and doubt.
truth. as fragile and fleeting as a butterfly wing in spring.
or like a bell. yes. like a bell.
so seldom is it heard that it no longer rings like a clear clean bell.
it is tainted now by the sound of power and greed and it is hushed
by those who ring it no more.
if you could. would you?
would you think . . . that could be me.
would you think . . . what is the best way? not the narrow way.
not the partisan way. just because of a brand. a color. a label.
but what is the best way. the way that is integrity.
if you could. would you?
for the best way for your children. and their children.
when did it become so clever? . . . ‘the best game in town?’
when was it taken over by the clever ones behind the scenes?
when did it become more about being clever than about being
responsible to the people.
not the corporations. not the lobbies.
not the power players. not the donators.
clever donators don’t donate for nothing you know.
and they get what they expect.
when did it become so clever?
a message to you who serve.
can you soar?
can you simply be the one to soar above the filth?
can you simply soar above the hatred and the noise?
can you simply soar above what’s broken and just plain wrong?
if you soar alone . . . you’ll maybe find you’re not alone.
we’ll be there with you.
we’ll admire you more.
we’ll respect you more.
we’ll listen to you more.
we’ve waited for you to break away and have the courage
P. O. L. I. T. I. C. S.