The Art of Debate

For most of my life I’ve walked around blind Never watching the news Kept an open mind One day I was informed “You sound like a liberal” I felt rather scorned The subject was literal I took a step back And replied, “okay” I love the blacks And respect the gays Perhaps the left wing Has a vacant seat But what shall I bring I refuse kissing feet So very unworthy To judge another When my hands are dirty Dear sister, brother But I’ve come to see Accusations weren’t true You don’t know me As I don’t know you Not defined by race Class or career We all deserve grace Redneck or ***** I’m tired of the hate And our pride being burned The art of debate Is yet to be learned