The Wrong Side of the Tracks ~ Thursday, July 22, 2021

To get along requires a bowl of raspberries, blackberries, blueberries, a tub of Greek yogurt, a bear full of honey, and one large serving spoon

Humanity destroys the language game with tears and threats and barbaric flights of stairs, fifteen steps at a time, inhumane, like climbing a mountain

Entertainment controls how we enjoy our time on this lonely planet, fine restaurants, nightclubs, and dank, cellar dive bars, who decides how we play

Welcome to the wrong side of the tracks, the railroad divided poor people from the rich, poverty creates an argument against exploitation

Regarding mental health and gratuitous wealth, a strange correlation but on the other side, across the expressway, who knows psychology

Organized crime and gangs protect their own, the cost, an empty heart drained cold, a matter of conscience, a matter for the law, criminal justice thrives

Nothing since the Cold War ended in Germany has anyone noticed why discrimination cancels morality since before slavery

Garnish the dish with mint, everyone has to eat, but what, where, why and how reveals just who we are, chitlins and lobster rolls, the difference rests in place

Secrets, behind closed doors lays waste to all families, incest and violence, beatings, rape and murder, no matter rich or poor, such harm brings suffering

Ignorance makes us blind, a cosmic metaphor, though blindness in itself allows for awareness of the other senses to heightened consciousness

Discrimination walks quietly with a stick ready to strike with force any opposition to criminal justice within the status quo

Equal rights, civil law butt heads like deer antlers when spring is in the air, the battle for justice is as old as Lascaux, where caves provided art

Obliged to get along, and yet still we argue, still we fight and murder, still we engage in war, still we enter peace talks, still greed bleeds ashes dry

Forge ahead through darkness, blind to past and future, to cool speculation, to clear observation, atop the watchtower with no real vantage point

Troubles throughout the world continue with no end, the Sicilian endgame finds hungry crocodiles asleep, full of corpses, the solution is death

Humans value others as fodder for vultures, as carrion for crows, the bodies disappear, as children become men, men who are child soldiers

Elegant equations balance the trivial, the banal, the evil of boredom, suffering a sense of causation, the effect of sorrow

Tribulation, distress, and bitterness taste sweet to wicked warriors without conscience in war, glory comes at a cost, our lost humanity

Rigid backs cannot flex, cannot evolve in time, the sun expands to burst five billion years from now, to bend over backwards to help others in need

Arguments continue to lead to creation and to procreation, the babies of the world, the hope of ripened fruit fall from the tree of faith

Criticize the critics, they who point their fingers, finding fault without shame, to get along we play a game of right and wrong, never knowing the truth

Kindness and compassion, unheard of in our time, money and corruption win the race, the fastest, the best taken care of, so we praise our leaders

Standing in a corner, he serves his punishment, waiting for time to end, the child learns his lesson, for time is on his side, he waits his turn to rule