Buried by the collective
burdening the sidewalks
and silence lines of separation,
rewriting the history before
and the steps we take for its
Seeing kind men and women
spout off when in familiar company,
fearing that which they don’t understand;
seeing gargoyles in good people,
witches in the wise.
When we plant seeds that see nothing
Our garden is full of cancerous
conversation sourcing through
streaming media through the veins,
making us what we shouldn’t be.
But, listen to yourself,
Just for a moment,
and catch your lips
before you can develop the thoughts
in which your speech becomes soiled
and your notions become spoiled.
How you spit out your speech of hate
and I just hate to hear you speak.