It's Not My Job
It's Not My Job
by
Rick Folker
It's not my job to teach you of
love;
to pull you, pry you from your
place of hate.
It's not my job to lift you
from willful ignorance
when you elect a president
the despot whom
you elevate.
It's not my job to offer you
truth and beauty
in place of your racist, supremacist
warped world-view;
your wicked weltschmerz
you fearfully embrace.
It's not my job to point you
towards the weeping women
whom mourn their lost children,
taken too tragically, too violently
by the guns you make.
No more, no more can I convince you
that this country is in love with death,
No more, no more can you ignore
The glaring cynical game you
continue to play,
The absurd theatre
the thirst for more victims
will not abate.
The truth lies bare
for those of us willing to
educate.
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