Monochromatic

if you think about it…
they don’t have a lot of talent
there’s really only one color in their palette
and even that’s growing thin
so busy painting fences with their hatred
they’re not even trying to pretend
hyper-focused on us vs them

(like there’s really any difference
blood…bones…organs…tissue…
all the same
the “other” they imagine…
it’s all in their heads)

although…
that fence is getting a little less crowded
as people finally draw their lines…
falling left from right…
funny how that happens
I guess reality tastes a bit unsavory…
when someone else is doing the choosing
and they no longer get a say
(they probably should have spent more time…
looking ahead)

now we got a macabre circus…
of madmen leading the blind