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
It has to taste unsavory indeed. No one wants to be led especially them. ;))
It’s the dangers of being in a herd of hateful bullies…they always want to be the one in charge. And they’re all being played like an organ. Those with any sense of decency are stepping off that fence these days. 🤦♀️
hello beautiful Willow I hate the division caused by everything… great write ❤️
I’m with you, Brenda. It tears at the spirit terribly. Thank you, Brenda 🧡
You wrote this so well that it will apply wonderfully to other madmen after the present madmen are gone.
I sometimes wonder who is more mad…the madmen leading or the madmen supporting them? Would the leaders have risen to the top without the ones lifting them up? Aggravating in the extreme. Reasoning has left the room. Thank you, Brandon
There is wonderful quote by Bertolt Brecht that I wish people would sit and ponder on: “Don’t yet rejoice in his defeat, you men! Although the world stood up and stopped the bastard, The bitch that bore him is in heat again.”
That’s a fantastic quote!
Brilliantly penned, Willow. Excellent write delivered with brutal honesty my friend. This one needs to be read out loud while sitting around the bonfire. Chef’s kiss! Appreciate you.
Damian
I’m stealing moments here and there to write these poetry month entries, but the bonfire is always burning. You wouldn’t believe the pile of wood I have waiting. Thank you, my friend 😊