Guilt breeds…it spreads like disease
in the heart of deflectors and liars
so riddle me this—though I might be remiss:
is the art of the deal to conspire?
What motivates all that anger and hate,
if not guilt, then some darkness within you?
What do you conceal behind each rant and spiel
while background and warrants accrue?
An innocent man would have nothing to hide
and truth comes by way of accounting;
yet with each new conflation there comes revelation
your dubious motives are mounting.
So tell me now, sir, why do you stir up,
if not to deter from the queries?
If repeated enough, do the lies become truth
as you spin your alternative theories?
We’re tired of the hatred, the endless debasing
instigation, denigration, and enmity—
when facts are revealed, and if we should heal,
if we find our way back to some sanity…
will these new truths we learned help us hold firm,
will love conquer anger and bind us
or will some other enemy find us?
© Ginny Brannan 2019