It’s A Wonderful Life

 

When folk declare they're compassionate

Claim to believe

In openness and honesty

I distrust them, immediately

 

Am I compassionate? I don’t know

Open?

Honest?

I don’t trust myself either;

Neither do I know I'm sincere

Till twenty years on, under fire, I find

I’ve stuck to my guns

(Though history makes it clear

Being sincere

Doesn’t mean I’m right)

 

In a world where parents, with passion say

“If I found my son was gay I’d kill him”

And they do

And discovering their daughter

"Fallen"

In love with a man of another faith

They feel

Justified killing her, righteous

 

And we’re all, all of us, compassionate, decent,

Ordinary, hard working

Men and women

And we’re all, all of us, intelligent and do

The best we can, the best tin can

From ashes to ashes

From dust to dust

And I don’t trust any of us

 

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Comments

[Steve]

Saddened to read this ...