
The weight of the world
Is in the weight of words
What are the words worth?
The weight of the whole?
The depth of your soul?
Truth be told
Words that are weaponized
To have and to hold
My church your church no church
My body your body no body
Is what we tell ourselves
The same as what the world is telling us?
The same as what is compelling us?
We see what we want to see
And believe what we want to believe
Despite the divergent nature
Of what our eyes will capture
And what our minds have pictured
Your story my story horror story
Her truth his truth any truth
Opposing sentiments
What was said
Conflicting cognizance
Unconscious thread
Contradict all evidence
The screams echo in my head
Make it MAKE SENSE
Hypocrisy is a stain on our consciousness
Hypocrisy is a strain on our consciousness
Construction of opinions
Designed to get your attention
Witnesses to destruction of independent thought
Anticipate the stalwart onslaught
The construction of powerful words
By powerful Men
Build the Wall
Again
A wall of words
We are assaulted by declarations
Promises of salvation
But clearly lost in translation
Screens full mouths full ears full
Impossible to discern any truth
His truth her truth no truth
Turn of phrase
Turn the page
Turn your head
Look away, make your bed
Do you simply post to display your social dignity
Reduced to conformity
Bereft of all sincerity
Disguising your complicity
As virtue
Signaling your purity
Accepting no responsibility
For the shared created disparity
Her truth his truth no truth at all
Choose joy, be kind
Choose your t-shirt so designed
Treat others as if
They didn’t steal your place in line
But if that’s your perception
You can set up camp as exemption
Us versus them
Just another mechanism
Limitless words
Test the limits of our intelligence
Phrases forged in fury
And self-righteous indignation
Will neither pave the way for
Conversation nor reconciliation
We have come to excuse
We have come to abuse
We have come to pardon
Words that reveal our humanity
Words that conceal our humanity
Words that belittle bemoan besmirch
Words on the edge
Spoken with a sledge-
Hammer home the point
Over and over and over
And over
Again
Words that are just this side of decent
Words that are complacent
Words get dressed up
In their Sunday best- up
To their ears in pretty packaging and bows
Light up the stage, put on a show
We argue semantics
And are reduced to pedantics
The picture that’s larger
Is the words are a harbinger
If I tolerate your intolerance
Does that not also
Make me intolerant?