This deadly pretense
Can’t we all kiss and make up?
Or how about just getting along
I’ll let you be you and
You’ll let me be me
Is there really no hate spoken here?
If not how then will we learn
To hate what must be hated?
Or love what must be loved?
I used to think some glad day
We would all grow up
And leave our troubles behind
You know – letting bygones
Be bygones even though
They still hide in closets, or don’t
My world of yesterday was
Ordered and predictable
Until I grew up and knew better
Some say no news is good news
I say we could all do with bad news
Rather than this deadly pretense
It’s difficult to find my way in our increasingly fractured world. Sometimes I feel weighed down beneath layers of deceit, corruption and pretense. I want to play the blame game, making this mess into someone else’s responsibility.
Now we’re beginning yet another election cycle with slogans and promises aplenty. Vision is important. Still, I’m not impressed by versions of progress or greatness that ignore bad news. Not ‘their’ bad news, but our bad news.
The next national election is about more than political parties or who will be the next POTUS. It’s about our hearts, and whether we’re willing to take on harsh realities that won’t disappear on their own. We don’t need a huge army. We need one person, one attitude, one act, one crazy prayer or dream piled up one after another.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 17 March 2019
Photo of book cover found at amazon.com