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.