Today Will Have to Wait

I started to get dressed, instead, all I could do

was lay back down;

today will have to wait;

that is how it is, when the clock runs down,

but it continues to move, so there is still hope;

on television, angry crowds protest,

screaming words of hate at little children,

staring out of bus windows,

wondering what they have done wrong,

to be the objects of such maniacal wrath,

when the truth is, they have done nothing

except be born, in a world where might

makes right, and wealth demands privilege;

the mob stands firm, in their positions of moral

and political correction, but their comments,

their words, their agendas, their motives,

their ulterior objectives, their over the top protest,

silently gives them away;

in it all, there is fear,

in it all is self-preservation,

in it all is greed;

I no longer participate in this self-illusion,

this mockery, this secret subterfuge,

this moral dilemma, it is what it is,

nothing can change it, nothing can undo it,

darkness knows not mercy,

evil has it’s day;

good people, blinded by hate,

drowning in the cesspool of their own

self-righteousness;

today will have to wait.

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