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Hatred

You skulked down the hidden backstreets of rationality, peering through the keyholes of human decency, and crawled in through the sewers of thought, to whisper your name to the unsuspecting innocent, filling them with the fear of discontented oppression. “We are America, So up Yours!” was your battle cry and the naive jump aboard your pretentious parade. Fake news… Fake hair… FAKE TRUTH! Maybe we should have ‘read HIS lips’. Wall them out, or wall us in…that is the question. Oh yes, my dear friend William, we are truly suffering the slings and arrows, of outrageous buffoonery. Do we now take up arms and light the battle fires of resistance? Or do we sleep… Perchance to dream. Be careful what you dream for. Written 3/10/2017

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Bill Baker

Date: 12/4/2023 5:56:00 PM

Me thinks ye may have a bit of the Shakespeare gift in there, Jerry. Great writing! A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Jerry Brotherton
Date: 12/4/2023 7:30:00 PM

To write or not to write, that is never the question.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 12/1/2023 10:01:00 AM

It appears to be so easy to stir up hatred, Jerry, and you’ve captured that wonderfully in your poem. I shudder to think of the future of this country…

Jerry Brotherton
Date: 12/3/2023 5:25:00 AM

In the olden days when they did not like what was going on, they packed up the boat and moved to a new country. No such luck for us.