I am free to be who I want to be
I love my freedom to move about
I love the ease to say what I feel
There is no door that is technically closed to me.
In my world, what is in somebody else’s heart
and mind, is their business
as long as it does not mentally, physically
or maliciously encroach
on my insulated and very comfortable space
with contradictions reflective of an illogical
unjustifiable form of adhesive abhorrence
called relentless hate.
An ill will that creeps
and wields its claws of anger
in the derma pores of the brain
And even when the change has come
and the pain slips to unrecalled memory
the ire of unforgiveness
compulsively obsessed with keeping the fire
repeatedly born with contradictions
and acts of double crossing hypocrisy.
Beware that relentless hate
for it will forever bury the reformed,
still evolving, unrefined imbalance
and not let a better, greater peace come.
And you will become
like the ones you are fighting
to protect your freedom from
So, if you hate the bad ones
whatever you define it as
I say do an the ASAP and change.
Open the door, create rapport
circle your wagons and let the aura
and reality of the peace, do, come.
If you cannot do that, then dream it
hope it, until the deed is done.
The relentlessness within the hate
is not the problem, origin or root cause.
Find it, work on it and do not give up.
Chop away at each static electrified hair
until each one is happily neutralized
resolved, gone and social equity in practice
without discords, discontent is won.
It takes Gen Xers, millennials
and age-friendly life spans mixed together
to unweave, recycle and manufacture
the end of everything that shells out the hate.
Be relentless and dump it.
For we have too much to live for and work on,
before the next generations come.
Leave a legacy of “Well Done.”