He remembers all those people
in a past that will never happen again
Every enemy started out as a friend
yet mocking words made him quite disturbed

In the woods, or even a bedroom
someone else always made the first move
Experimentation, layered frustration
Love is an act that will never quite soothe

It is messy, it is wrong
drawing lines, dividing families
Which side could he possibly be on,
when it is a world of hurt and calamity?

Never to admit
that it could have been something more,
Tighter and deeper than any bond
ever witnessed before

Throw in religion
discard all reason
and add another act of contrition
What does he have to be sorry for?

There are too many people on the Right
self righteous ingrates
who only seem to fight
Their lives a complete double standard

Always the first in line
to wave the latest anti banner
Spewing about the loss of family
while discarding another piece of humanity

Lining up to be the first to draw blood
to drag people's names through the mud
and if ever they are confronted
they will scream about being hunted

He never seems to see
anyone strung up in a tree
or tied to a fence,
waiting for their tolerance to commence

Truly he wants to believe
somewhere in the world
a faint heartbeat
is bravely forging on

Maybe a secret smile
lost in translation
that never will give in
to this lowly stress and frustration

mathiasthom
written 8/18/10