Stuggle

People standing,

in a row

all of them screaming

and not one of them knows

what for.

People fighting

words are writing

a million trickles in a stream

not one of them knows what they mean

or why.

One man's dark

the other's white

women, men, religions, gays and the right.

All disagreeing on things with all their might

for some reason.

At the bassist level

they are all just little bundles

of atoms, cells and guts.

Ten thousand years ago,

they all lived in the same caves

eventually moving on to huts.

People sitting on their key boards

tearing humanity away from people

that they never met or spoke to

Giving them something clear to work through

Hate on hate compounding problems,

fighting for both separation

and the desire for inclusion

all the while the sun happily roasts us all.

People standing in a line

trying to pick out differences

between one man's black and another's white,

trying to damn the consequence.

Elderly women in the street

move aside to let a black man past -

teenage boy sees pretty girl

yells something nice and she doesn't even turn.

Teenage girl hears every day

all the people and all the ways

they want to use her

like a telephone.

Lonely man lost in the street

is used to people that he meets

avoiding his lonely touch

like the plague.

All go home in to their huts

sit them down and think they've got

the answers to the problems we all face.

At their core their all the same,

no one wants to play this game

but we're stuck.

All these people,

sitting in their homes,

typing words of love and hate.

None really contemplate

each other.

Fingers sore from all the typing,

our species sick from infighting.

Still we seem to always repeat this fate,

in Rome it was blondes who got the slate

way back when.

History just keeps repeating

for every group that keeps on gaining

another one is somehow sidelined

and divisions somehow keep on growing.

Liberal aggressive acceptance is

juxtaposed with the blatant racist -

and subtle accidental sexism

effecting people of every gender.

All these people falling back

so newer groups can get a whack at

finding some deeper acceptance

all the while we're still making jokes

about gingers.