but everything is a matter of perspective isn’t it?
I felt like writing.
Dusted off a few thoughts
I had sitting in the back of my head too long.
Looked at things going on around me.
Around the world.
that that wasn’t the inspiration I was needing.
Something to nourish my soul.
Something to bring my heart out of the cold.
A story to be told?
I’m sure there were one or two of those around,
But I didn’t want to do any storytelling.
I just wanted to write something.
Nothing about mothers praying,
because their children are playing
with automatic toys that aren’t toys at all.
While Reverend “Jesus needs your tithes”
wastes another hour of too many lives
trying to pinpoint the exact date of man’s downfall.
Nothing about the writing on the wall,
I didn’t have anything to do with that.
So I didn’t want to write about that.
Nothing about the injustices.
Why one shade of skin should matter more than another.
Or, why one should mean less than another
Nothing about the instantaneously curable incurable diseases.
When the wrong person dies of it.
When there is ample money in it,
and specialized media coverage of it.
Or about the ones that still die from it,
years after the cure has been found,
because they didn’t have enough money in it
to afford the luxury of humane healthcare.
Nothing about those hating me for something I didn’t do.
Strapping on bombs to make a point,
that never forces significant policy change,
so the point never really gets across
except the families and friends of those whose lives were lost.
Nothing about religious intolerance,
and how my God and your God,
don’t have to be the same God,
for you and I to get along.
I just felt like writing something.
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