You make the wise man dense.
You surge through veins as a potent narcotic, crippling all logic and reason.
You are a drop of black dye in a clear glass of water, seeping steadily into
Loving hearts until chaos is all they can see.
You are a handicap to those ensnared by your ways, a blemish upon
You work tirelessly to bring discord between family and friends,
Whites and Blacks.
Between Hilarious Trumpeteers…
Between those who serve and those who abide.
Surely you are nature’s birth defect, for what good have we for you?
Your divisive ways?
There are no twelve step, or management courses designed to quell the effects
No need for apologies after acting out in its passion.
With you comes havoc and disunity, pains and strife.
You blind us to the peaceful ways by which we might settle our differences.
To the ways by which we might all enjoy this life.
You won’t be happy until we are all at way,
Battling it out until we’ve forgotten what it’s all even for.
There’s an astigmatism to your vision,
Your sight is untrue.
When you look up remember,
That through that haze of red,
The sky is really blue.