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I paddle through the lines and words,

my tiny ripples notwithstanding

while rocks and rapids pitch and toss

and whirling eddies must be crossed.

How sad it is we can’t agree:

with such strong biases inferred

you stir the anger constantly

sharing things I can’t condone

this course is yours, and yours alone–

and I have no long-term desire

to add fuel to your dumpster fire.

I set my stroke through lines and words.

and I refuse to be drawn in…

I won’t drown in your angry seas.

Can’t you grasp the widening rift

that grows from such conspiracies?

How sad that you don’t see the cost

and all the credibility you’ve lost.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2021