Much like water and oil politics and love mix.
Separate, these two creatures exist on their own,
Independent of each other’s usual ways
Of providing and guiding. The worst of our days
Of cold blooded civility we won’t postpone.
Human nature is something no human can fix.
A fine dressing for war salad makes of the news
Of the depth of the hatred the loud blatant chant
Of a troubled nostalgia. What I am to do
Is maintain my connection with the Being who
Sees all things in perspective, which we humans can’t.
Are we at best a dull race of differing views?
Politicians are human. Don’t ask them to scrape
Enough dirt for a new earth and send it to space.
Let them help you create your version of a world
Where all knobs of acceptance are rugged and knurled.
Then give all your attention to reaching that place
In your soul where all things are always in great shape.
Because that place exists for each and everyone.
Those who cannot believe this create the contrast
That we all need to grow by. I’ll participate
In my own peace of spirit and stay in that state.
All the love that exists is infinitely vast.
It’s easy to line up with, refreshing, and fun.