I wait for a day without anger and hate
no reckless remarks filled with venom and vile
from impotent men with a need to berate.
feeding some need to debase and defile.
We are defined by the words we have spoken
yet no one’s committed to fix what is broken.
Perhaps we are testing, awaiting our score,
to see how much discourse that we can endure.
There’s no compromise when deceit is abundant
as “normalcy” cedes to different incumbent.
Since when does America bow to sedition,
and what happened to keeping oaths that are pledged?
Forgiveness not found in some act of contrition,
where facts take a backseat to what is alleged.
We walk on a treadmill of misinformation
used to propagate bias and discrimination.
our proof to the contrary risks being maligned
but refraining from doing so just countermines.
So bury your head in the sand if you want to,
swallow the bait being used as a lure
follow the lies in the feed and the fodder
refrain from the data you choose to ignore.
Those who have known you now ask who you are
and you can't even see that you’ve gone too far.
© Ginny Brannan 2022
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