On Our Streets

through the mist vision blurred by the bias of our views intelligently present our clouded vision never attempting to walk in another men's shoes. blinded by the fog inhabits our thoughts signs in hand we offer our misted words. convinced we are right our dissenters lost so we draw chalky lines dare others to cross. the air thick as stew our opinions attempt to dice destroy the filmy feels of those on another side war is declared battles commence with our guns blowing smoke, our swords red hot metal forged and still wrapped in the rising haze of heat. our voices raised yell through the dirty streets. nowhere in sight a space of clear rationale take the time to hear or see through this toxic mist not a chance my friend my eyes blurry with tears the gas they release the inner pain that i feel through the mist no one hears everyone deaf this our reality when ideas supersede our fellow beings through the mist i see no love hate covered and guised as ideas oh if they could see through the mist that is us on both sides of the street.